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.
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?