For Christmas

The second poem I wrote while sitting at the mall. No worries, though, this one's in English

For Christmas
"What would you like for Christmas, my dear?
Ask of me anything"
All that I'd like for Christmas, I fear,
Is what you cannot bring
A time every day to sit and think
And watch people going by
The courage to talk with anyone—
Deeply or just a "hi"
A friend who will listen and laugh and hug
Whenever I am in need
And someone each hour whose day I can make
So as to have done a good deed
To talk to amigos in Paris in Spain
Because it's been a while
And some spontaneity within each day—
That's sure to make me smile
The knowledge that somewhere in this wide world
Somebody cares for me
Acceptance by everyone of what I am
Just to let me be
A passion for whatever I may do
To make each moment glad
A hand to hold on my worse days
To wipe tears when I'm sad
"Well honey, I'd like to give you a gift
To bring your life some zest"
Great appreciation for all that I've got
That's certainly the best