The one I know of I'm not sure who it's by, i'll have to check but it may be Bryan Bowers.

HOT BUTTERED RUM

When chimney smoke hangs still and low
Across the stubbled fields of snow
When angry skys reach down to seas
Of sorry blackened bones of trees
In the dead of winter
When, the silent snow* birds come
Your my sweet maple sugar honey,
hot buttered rum

When dreary christmas decorations
Line the streets and filling stations
Dime store centers can't diskize
Empty heads and empty eyes
In the dead of winter when,
The tinsel angles come
Your my sweet maple sugar honey,
Hot buttered rum

Boots and gloves and woolen parkas
Bring cold comfort to the hart
Bitter memories freeze the tung
Songs of love are left unsung
In the dead of winter when,
The cold feelings come
Your my sweet maple sugar honey,
Hot buttered rum

*no?

I'm not sure were some of the phrases should be broken

This song can be depressing if you don't concentrate on the ray of hope at the end of each verse.