I know you’re real busy and there’s no time to waste.
You probably won’t read this, you’re in such a haste.
After all, you have lists to make and check twice,
and then to remember who’s “Naughty” and “Nice.”
The elves are bustling with much to complete,
and Rudolph must be readied to light up the street.
Much has been done, yet there’s so much to do.
I understand if you don’t have time for me, too.
But my wish this Christmas, well, there’s really just one.
I want to be a kid for a day. Yes, I know it can’t be done.
My excitement for Christmas is missing this year.
I hate to admit it, but I’ve lost that holiday cheer.
If I could be a kid for a day, how swell it would be.
This adulting, sometimes, it’s just not for me.
How I’d like to hear your laughter on Christmas Eve,
instead of strange sounds in a house that creaks.
I’d wish for visions of sugarplums dancing in my head,
instead of imaginary bats and evil thugs while laying in bed.
I’d wish for the excitement on Christmas morn,
when we honor the Christ child so humbly born.
I’d anxiously tear through the gifts piled high,
and play with new toys from morning ’til nigh.
If I was a kid again, that’s what I’d do.
But I’m an adult, and adult I must do.
So Santa, just saying, in case you don’t know,
fancy gifts are unneeded, nothing tied in a bow.
There’s nothing I need left under my tree —
no wishes, no wants, no must-haves for me.
Santa, I love you, but you’re not up to the task,
for the requests I’m making, it’s the bigger guy I must ask.
I’d pray for peace on this Earth, a near-impossible feat,
but if it were possible, it sure would be neat.
I’d pray for Uncle Orv and his battle with cancer,
for miracle cures and for research that matters.
I’d pray for the lonely, the hurt and downtrodden,
for all those who feel as though they’re forgotten.
There’s lots to be wished for, oh Lord from above.
But perhaps what we need is a heart filled with love.