What I Want for Christmas

I don't want Jesus wrapped in tinsel and sold for $19.95 I want Miles, Yardbird, Coltrane and Mingus to come to life and perform a concert in my yard And I want someone sweet and soft to hold to warm me on these winter nights I want relief from the quiet horror that grips me when I think about the way I live I want random smiles from strangers I want freedom from the contempt I see in others' eyes when they see me carrying my house on my shoulders I don't want desolate streets where my friends have disappeared into brightness and warmth forbidden to me I want to never be hungry again I want to never be alone again I want to hear the carefree laughter of a child I love but rarely see I don't want caring friends asking if I feel cold at night as if they could offer a way to thaw the air I breathe I want to never be a suspect again I don't want Jingle Bells all day, or shoppers locked in combat over this season's most coveted toys I do want love peace security And on a cold winter night I might see, above the glare of streetlights, a lone bright star, a blazing beacon overhead and I'll wonder does it shine for me? The answer to that is what I want for Christmas. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 04:46 AM PST   0 • 10