Christmas Wants
I sometimes like to reach
For the things I want
I forget the things I need
And greedy comes along
When I reach out for my wants
I really am a sight
So much wasted effort
When my needs would best provide
When will I grow up
When will I mature
When will I be an adult
When will my greed be cured
The Christmas gift for me
Surprises me a bit
It satisfies a want
And that’s the joy in it