WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS 


You asked me what I want for Christmas so I'm here to say 
That I'm not hard to please and I'll behave on Christmas Day. 

I don't want a Mercedes, a Ferrari or a Jeep; 
I don't want flashy rings that make me look like something cheap. 

Don't spend your hard-earned money on some fur for round my neck 
And keep your wallet tightly closed cuz I don't need a check. 

Don't shop at Neiman-Marcus for a dress by Ralph Lauren; 
You've always shopped at Wal-Mart since I can't remember when. 

And don't invest in fancy jeans that cost you half your pay 
Or flowers out of season, all wrapped up in a bouquet. 

Don't bother with Godiva chocolates, Russell Stover, too. 
Forget the real live puppy or that thing that cries "mew-mew." 

I'll tell you what I want for Christmas more than anything; 
It's sure to make my heart rejoice and sure to make me sing. 

So shopping will be easy cuz you'll know which store it's at: 
A big ole knife against my hips to slice off all this fat!

©Mariane Holbrook