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.