ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

I want a mind that works again,
For mine has holes where thoughts fall out.
It still remembers long ago,
But minutes past, it’s found without.

I want for Christmas little things,
Like patience that I find I lose,
For years have taken most from me
And now I find me short of fuse.

Does Santa bring such things with him,
Within his sack of endless gifts?
I wonder if he’ll think of me,
And bring these gifts of “only ifs.”

The magic used on Christmas Eve,
Perhaps could fall upon me then,
And I could wake up Christmas morn
And find that I, again, am thin.

I wonder if that round old elf
Could carry with him my lost youth.
Ah, heck, as long as I can dream,
Why not return my one lost tooth?

That is all I want for Christmas,
Perhaps it’s asking much too much,
But other gifts mean less to me,
Than those above I’ve lost and such.

Don’t bring me what you did before,
A picture from my own brick wall,
That wasn’t funny, Santa Claus,
And was not nice, not nice at all.

…And by the way, I’m not a small,
The gift last year belonged next door,
And now I guess I’ll quit my list,
Before I get you really sore.