If I could make a wish, just one wish.
I would wish that every day was December 25th.
So we’d remember what it meant.
We’re so caught up on the gifts. In this material pit;
filled with literal shit. and it’s miserable,
but still we continue to spend. –until we’re spent.
I swear this shit makes no sense. It’s senseless.
we tell our kids to “put it on your wishlist,
and maybe if you’re good you can get the shit for Christmas..”
So, starlight, star bright: First star I see, by Mars, on the right
I wish I may. I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight:
“I wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Years”
and hope that it’s happiness that you happen to share.
instead of packages, wrapped in plastic, absent of care,
make it a habit to give back when you have access to spare.
Take advantage of the chances that you often take for granted,
those abandoned, living famished all could stand to have a Santa.
and we can save the planet. but only if you wish it.
just treat every day like every day is Christmas.
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