All I want for Christmas

is more strokes of your breath

against my face as you touch

my life and leave indented mark.

I need to unclench my fists

and hold you close – a broken

winged bird but intact heart.

Let me barricade the whispers

of dark night when your race

is ended as I shed damp tears

of yesterday wanting you

to beat the odds and climb

the highest mountain,

borrowing the shades of life,

straightening limp blades of grass.

When the hidden shadows sigh

a soft release, let me murmur

reluctant acceptance of loss

as soul filters into the night

streaming away from me as

you remain forever in my essence

Give me the strength to endure

the somber silence and allow you

to breathe deeply of the sea,

to be free and fill your lungs,

memories diving beneath surface

but floating above and close to me.

All I really want is to share

another Christmas with you.

Snow falling,

that time already?

Well gee since you asked.. 

A piece of this,

a piece of that,

oh, and if you've the time

      my bloody heart back.

Thanks for always coming through

When my children were small and

Things seemed blue.

Thanks for understanding the day

I came to see you in the mall

I fell at your feet, and cried in your lap

you understood the pain of a poor mother.

All those times that you stepped up for my boys I am greatful.

Christmas is not a time of cheer for me.

I morn those I love and held so dear, times past and memories tears.

My children have all gone away. I never see them,

So my Holliday is just another day.

What I ask is if you can, take away this hurt, this ache, this loss I feel every year.

I get dehydrated from all these tears.

I just want the pain of loving and remembering to go away so it doesn't hurt and I can play.

I didn't have to look through color-categorized catalogs

Or watch campy midnight infomercials

You will never find my wish on the back of a box

Of Captain Crunch with extra berries

There isn't much thought at all put into my simple request

Although it has proven time and time again

To be something made from imagination

Living in a place where dragons breathe and fairies dust the treetops

Listen Santa - Darling, Punkin, Sweet Pea, Sugar Pie, Honey Bun

I will leave you eight dozen of my famous chocolate chip

And six gallons of vitamin D fortified full-fat milk

I will even go to mass at least six times next year

If you can fulfill this one little ask that I have scribbled here for you

"Please, can you make 2017 the year

When all hell stays caged and content in its place

A year that I need not be tested to the brink of insanity

And a year in which we can all enjoy the love that surrounds 

Without the fear of survival beating it into submission

Leaving it with a dunce cap in the corner

As if it were in a place where

It weren't allowed?"

Love Always,

Me

The year was hard Santa

The Nation fighting

The world is starving

My family is so far away

And I am so full of blue

So my wishes for this year are simple

Bring the Nation back...the way it was

When we mourned after 9/11

All in one accord

I wish for us to be pain free

So I don't see another tear from agony

I wish my kids the peace they need

For strength, prosperity and laughter

I never hear

And last, Santa

I wish..I wish..

For no more hate, only love

For everyone this year

Good health for the family

Peace and prosperity

Love that won't leave me

Freedom that really makes me feel free

I stare at the sky

Like I want to fly

Be there to where you are

Away from this secret war

Kisses on my skin

Warm hug I want to win

Feelings that can be seen

Stronger than what we've been

Should be something noble

Says the academic in me

Should be something selfless

Says the Catholic in me

Should be something educational

Says the teacher in me

Should be something to "save" the world

Says the activist in me

Should be something for my daughter

Says the mom in me

Should be something to rekindle the romance

Says the wife in me

Should be...

Says me

Should

Be

Me

To

Me

Please end disillusionment and depravity. 

Put a stop to world hunger and make sure every child has a chimney for you to climb down (preferably with a roof attached)

Please stop the nuclear waste from spilling out of that crack in fukishima, or hell, how about further back and just nix the whole Chernobyl debacle, will you?

Santa if i asked would you die on a cross too?

Could you please fix the system and correct your naughty list.

Please disclude all who break rules for the betterment of the populace, and who are only trying to provide for real needs. Those who don't do harm. Please switch out stan who collected rain water to irrigate his farm (in america) to help him still afford his rent. Illegal in the states but Santa, see through to the truth of it and judge people based on their compassion and concern. Judge naughty or nice by whether they've taken or if they've earned, and not by if they followed the 'rules'.

How about you make "cool" not be a thing anymore, and change minds as well. Redefine their considerations to come from love, make it only truths they tell. Adjust our hearts to know compassion, that would be truely kind. How about teach people to help one another or to tap in and in time find their truth. 

Give us proof of our purpose.

I mean it Santa, itd be worth it to make each one of us know we are legitimate, at least enough to be considered, and to be considerate.

Provide for us peace of mind and fair pay for our service.

This Christmas I want hope for better, make my heart not impervious to hope in general.

This Christmas I want peace on earth and to live without a label.

So thank you Santa!  I've been good, though I'm not doing well, for I am ill at ease. But anyway, a very merry Christmas to you Santa.. oh yeah, "pretty please".

I sit back and look into the horizon sky. I dream, I wish for the grasses to be greener and the presents to be bigger. I sigh. I sit quietly, thoughtlessly about the season. Never really been religious so I wonder about the differences in the world. I whisper so gently, "Will we ever be able to celebrate life the same." The wind blows and the wind chimes sing. I am content. My grass is as green as I'm going to make it. My pockets are full of wealth as empty as they are. So I wish for the sun to rise tomorrow and fill our eyes with a shining light to dawn the world in a different flight.

~ADayDreamWriter

Okay, here's the deal, Saint Nick: I know I'm supposed to be real good and ask for something like world peace, or homes for everyone, or for the end of poverty, but...

I'd like my grandma back.

See, she died not so long ago, and I want her back. In case you need reminding, her name is Lesley Nottinghill. She's in Heaven, I know she is. Can you get her back? I mean, you have to know God to be able to get around the world and visit every house in one night, so can't you ask Him to help?

The way God took her was a bit unfair, and I kinda want more time with her.

If not, I'll settle for more socks. Just like last year.

But I'd really like her back.

Thanks,

Annabelle Nottinghill