All I want for Christmas

All I want for Christmas

Christmas is upon us, so I’m making a list of everything I want.  I want everything I want and I want it, now.  That’s what I want.

I want peace; at home and around the world.  Some people love acrimony.  I want to cure that.  Intermittent Fasting helps.  I want everyone to try it.

There’s nothing like exfoliating.  I want a new luffa brush.  Bill O’Reilly, who’s on a long list of Irish-American / Canadian uber-conservative idiots, told an associate-producer he wanted to watch her scrub herself with a “felafel thing.”

I want Bill’s hero, Donald Trump, arrested and sent to prison, in Mexico.  Trump makes George Bush look a stable genius.  I want to ask our good neighbours, “Why did you vote for that foul, awful thing?”

I want a cure for Histiocytosis, a horrible, rare disease, which has afflicted my niece, Julia.  I want to thank and praise the medical community, in Hamilton, for miracles.  Another beautiful, young girl I know is in a fight at McMaster Children’s Hospital, where Julia was.  I want all children to be healthy and happy.

I like to do home renovations, but am leery of electrical jobs.  I want to take a course.  I like my old house.  I want to die in it, then be buried in the garden.  I want to be compost.

I want my daughter to stop bringing home animals.  I love them, too, but I want a break.  Having said that, I want to walk Doug, our great dog.  I want Doug to be happy, all the time.

There’s window, where I sit to write.  Much of the time, however, I watch squirrels.  If there’s reincarnation, I want to join my rodents.

Action Entertainment

Across a thin wire
Then down a tree
One’s in pursuit
One tries to flee
They cut to the left
Then to the right
But the aggressor still follows
The one that’s in flight
Back up a tree
Across a long fence
This racing rivalry
Is really intense
It’s pure entertainment
A wonderful sight;
There’s nothing quite like
A good squirrel fight

I want my car to start.  I want my computer and furnace to work.  I want my heart to keep ticking, my legs to keep kicking, and my heels to keep clicking.  I want to watch TV, because I love channel flicking.  I want to rhyme, a lot of the time.

I want to curb some appetites.

Sometimes, I want to save the world.  Most of the time, I want to lie on the couch, in track pants, comfy clothes, leisure wear, or quitters and save myself.

I Want, I Want, I Want

I want to be famous
I want to be rich
I want to be idle
I want perfect pitch
I want a place in the countryside
I want beachfront 2 miles wide
I want to be handsome and hazel eyed
I want to be purified, glorified, and beatified
I want servants at beck and call
I want my very own shopping mall
I want to be thin and I want to be tall
I dare say I want it all
I want I want I want
Write this down in your biggest font
Like a spoiled debutante
I want I want I want      
I want the beach house and the shore
I want Candy and her store
I want everything, heretofore
I want it all and then some more
I want to be famous, celebrated, cheered
I want to be loved, admired; completely revered
I think I want to be internationally known
But really, I think I want to be left alone
I want I want I want
Write this down in the biggest font
Like a spoiled, rotten debutante
I want I want I want

I Want song lyrics:  I want to know what love is.  I want you to show me.  I want to feel what love is.  I want you to know, I want you to know, right now, you’ve been good to me, baby; better than I’ve been to myself.  The best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and bees.  I want money.  That’s what I want.  I want to wish you a Merry Christmas, I want to wish you a Merry Christmas, I want to wish you a Merry Christmas, from the bottom of my heart.  Feliz Navidad. 

Feliz Navidad, indeed.

What more could I want?