What I Want For Christmas

This time 'round I won't bother to wait
for good-tiding signals or cheer.
Won't even fill my Thanksgiving plate
'till I've figured what I'm getting this year.

I want flannels & chap-stick & floss.
Or a photo album aching to be filled.
Or a vial of salt from the ocean we can't cross.
A stunning snow-castle the two of us build.

Have you struck me off your list?
Blushing you confess, I have everything.
Behind your eyes, a glint of something missed.
Smiles foreshadow an early spring.

I want to give you mittens & silks & socks,
and if all those fail, you have my heart.
Wouldn't hesitate to trade a sparkling rock
for some of your mother's psychedelic art.

Some days we feel completely hopeless.
I grow restless, anticipating what's in store.
So for now, I'll think about it less.
And you think about it some more.