Something for Christmas
All I want for Christmas is...something. I know that seems like a stupid answer, but that is all I know. There is something that I want. Maybe Christmas knows what it is. That is what I'm hoping anyway. Something is missing. It's not love, I have that. It's not gift cards, I do want that but those aren't the something. All I want for Christmas is...something that I want that I don't have it's...something. My life is on a halt. I've been waiting for it to move on, but it doesn't want to. I have a meaning in life, a purpose, that is not what I am looking for. I am looking for something else, something...I don't know. I wish I had the Christmas spirit. That decreases every year and I expected the same this year. I did have the Christmas spirit but I had it for a while and it got tired. It stopped and I went back to being normal me with no spirit. Do I need a spirit, not the Christmas spirit, just a spirit? I feel tasteless and gray. Being gray is just terrible. I don't know what I used to be...something. I was something and now I am gray. I need that something back. That is what I want for Christmas. I want something that isn't gray. Something I used to have, that I lost. Please Christmas I'm begging you. It's weird to beg to Christmas, but I don't believe in Santa. I don't believe in magic. Christmas you are all I have if you could please give me something I would be so grateful. Miracles happen this time of year, and maybe that's what I need. Just stir me up one of those special Christmas miracles that gives me back that something. Do you need specific details? All I know is I've been without it for a while. Just go through my life and find that something I had and wrap it up for me. Maybe put a note with it, with instructions. Instructions how to put it back into my life. If you can find it Christmas, maybe my friends know. They've known things before that I didn't know. Maybe my family would know what it is. Christmas please just find the something. Bring some of the Christmas spirit with you too, okay. That would be nice. If that's all you can get I will still be grateful. I just want something for Christmas. An explanation, a feeling, an answer, a hobby, a goal, a smile, a talent, a plan, a hope, just something, I don't know what it is. Please please bring me something for Christmas.
All I want for Christmas is...
All I want for Christmas is to be gluten tolerant. Santa, can you hear me? I dream of nothing more. Do you have that inside your bag of goodies you haul in your sleigh? You gobble up every every bite of cookies we leave out for you on Christmas Eve after you've shimmied your way down our chimney, so I know you understand the frustration of this predicament I'm in. Imagine biting into cardboard after a long night of work. That's me when I have to partake in gluten-free cookies off the shelf at the grocery store. It doesn't matter the ingredients, the labor put into baking them with care, the blood, sweat and tears it takes to get the consistency up to par. It never comes close and always falls short. So, here I am on Christmas, not wishing for toys, for money, for clothes, for cars, for love, for peace, for much of anything, really. Santa, all I want for Christmas is gluten, but gluten doesn't care. I hope that you do. Yours Truly, Jillian.
All I ever want…..
All I want for Christmas is for the disease of evil and greed to go away forever. It would be nice to have noncoruption in all governments worldwide.
Why isn’t it possible for people to take care of those less fortunate without being told to do so?
Get rid of the greed!
That will fill your need!
Nothing
All I want for Christmas is...well I really don't know. That's a funny thing isn't it, no longer knowing what you want. Having very few dreams or aspirations left. When asked what I want for Christmas I say clothes, but I don't really want clothes I just have nothing else to say. It's not that I already have everything. There is a bunch of stuff I used to want and don't have or stuff I should want, but I just don't desire any of that anymore. Which would be fine if I still had at least one thing that I desired. But right now I just wade through life, feeling pointless and empty and everything seems pointless and empty and why would I want something that is pointless and empty. Anyway that's enough talk for now, merry Christmas I guess.
The Little Things
All I want for Christmas is "my two front teeth." Although, I already have my two front teeth. I suppose it's not the actual teeth I want. The phrase comes from the refrain of one of my favorite childhood Christmas tunes. I fondly reminisce on sitting in the back of my grandmother's old white Buick, bouncing my legs to the music as I'm barely tall enough to look out the window. Back when the thought of teeth was enough to give me joy. I sit surrounded by things that I've accumulated over the years. Some of them were presents that I cherish, but few of them give me joy. I realize the true essence of "my two front teeth" is not that I receive everything that I want, but that I receive all that I need. That it is enough.
