Why do why must
People always make themselves
The priority is it
Insecurity lacking self confidence
Fear scarcity or pride
I have grown weary
Of the clutching hands
Of the sexual myopia
Of the abject insistency
That what they want
They should always get
How has our world
Turned into an orphanage
Filled with childish waifs
What’s in eggnog anyway
Or a hot toddy
Oh I do know
How they are made
But what’s in them
Let me tell you
One long delicious lifetime
Of holidays with you
Happy Holidays my love
Now there’s nothing quite
Like some hot cocoa
Snow falling holiday jazz
You wearing sweatpants and
A Ho Ho Ho
Sweater struggling with strands
And strands and STRANDS
Of on now off
Now on now lights
As I watch you
Grow red with frustration
When I suddenly pull
You into my lap
And tell you quietly
Into your throat that
This is my absolute
Favorite part of Christmas
Just how much
Is too much
When our wants
Turn into needs
The very fabric
Of civilized humanity
Is ripped apart
I for one
Only ever want
What I need
The rest I
Leave for others
To fight for
Love always finds
The heart to
Which it belongs
Be patient heart
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 