What do I want for Christmas?

my children gather ’round to ask.

Come closer and I’ll tell you,

putting the little one on my lap.

My son guesses a pocket knife,

all those boxes to open and fold.

My daughter guesses aftershave,

so I don’t smell quite so old.

Those gifts are all nice, I say,

and maybe some dark chocolate, too!

But all I ever really want for Christmas,

are hugs and handmade cards from you.