all I want for Christmas is some diamonds,
maybe a mansion,
and something sweet and simple like a lie in,
with toasty sheets and a duvet that holds me as if she is deeply in love,
but as times goes on,
and I count down on my calendar,
I imagine I will settle for baking a batch of botched cookies as the radio blares our favourite songs,
and you blurt out that this year,
you are truly happy.
Your hand in mine as the sun sets on Christmas Eve,
candles in a cold but cosy living room,
a sweet and simple kiss,
and someone to wake up with.
I think that something like that could be the greatest gift I’ve ever received.