For You I Wish
I have looked at Christmas: holly red
Secret Santa: rich pudding-fed:
Standing with my eyes shut, on tip toe
I’ve stood hopefully under mistletoe.
Now, like scrooge, I look at the season new
I smile less and party with few
And all the words of love now lie
Mock silently, ruffle and die.
I have looked at Christmas from both sides now
From happy and sad and still somehow
It’s not the season that I see
It’s my own candied fantasy.
But for you I wish the happy red show,
Stockings filled with family galore;
Soul food cooked in kitchens known
And sleep that is sound in a bed at home.
Because the spirit is not in wishing for ones self you see,
And the dreams and the hopes are for your fantasy
So I wish you this Christmas old love anew
And silent wishes that will do come true.