Traveling Salesman's Young Wife Home Alone On Christmas in Montpelier, VT

Here comes the frost that freezes every year 
  shutter windows hang the Advent calendar 
  what are you doing on your own with frozen ears 
  I know we're changing like the trees in Montpelier 

  you took a job that put you on the road 
  for days & weeks in motels' sleepy TV glow 
  with static filtering through pay phones in the snow 
  it drowns your home by Christmases & love you sos 

  & all our promises come so easy 
  they fill distances til our next meeting 
  but you're always off the phone 
  long before I'd prefer to be 

  & I know that we should get some money saved 
  I've felt the kicking growing in me every day 
  oh we'll live fat & happy when you get home you will say 
  but I'd eat beans if you'd just stay 

  & all our promises are so fleeting 
  when all I really want is you close to me 
  but you were already out the door 
  by the time that occurred to me