I don’t want a lot for Christmas, but I do have some valid and reasonable expectations
that I
should feel safe to express.
There is just one thing are several things I need:
I don’t actually do care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.
I just don’t want you for to gift wrap them on my own.
There are more than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true—
All I want for Christmas is for you to pass me the Scotch Tape at that critical moment when
I’m holding the gift wrap in place. In other words, to feel like a team.
Yeah.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas,
But there is just one other thing I need.
And I don’t do care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.
But I don’t need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace.
Santa Claus won’t make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day, because, for all intents and purposes, I am Santa.
I just want you for my own to share the mental load,
More than you could ever know.Make Cut my wish come true list in two.
All I want for Christmas is for you to at least buy the gifts for your side of the family.
You, baby.
Oh, I won’t ask for much this Christmas, mainly because “asking” suggests that you’re doing me a favor, when, in actuality, I’m setting some healthy boundaries. From now on, it’s also your responsibility to:I won’t even wish for Shovel the snow (and Ice),I’m just gonna keep on waiting underneath String up the mistletoe,I won’t Help the kids make a list and send it to the North Pole for Saint Nick (me).I won’t Do you even stay awake to know how many batteries are required to hear make those magic reindeer click?
’Cause I just want you here a beer tonight.
Holding the fort down for on to me, all right? so tight
What more can I do?
Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is for you to write the gift labels in your good handwriting, arrange the table settings, put out the cookies and milk for Santa, deal with your parents, the tree decorations, the eggnog, the fireplace, and the inevitable conversation with my dad about which routes people took to get here.
You, baby.
Oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere (so brightly, baby, are you sure you
used the right setting?).
And the sound of children’s laughter fills the air (oh, oh, yeah, so when I said, “Let them have a treat,” I didn’t mean three candy canes each).
And everyone is singing (oh, yeah, even Dad. How much rum did you put in the eggnog?
Sorry, I don’t mean to use “you” language, it’s just that when the Christmas lights are
flashing in my face, the kids are screaming, and there’s too much booze in the eggnog, I feel overwhelmed).
I hear those sleigh bells ringing. Can anyone else hear them, or are they in my head?
Santa, won’t you bring me the one things I really need?
Yeah, oh.
Won’t you please bring my baby noise-cancelling headphones and a very large gin to me?
Oh, I don’t want a lot for Christmas.
This is all I’m asking for—
I just wanna see my baby standing right outside escape to my bedroom for a couple of hours
and close my door.
Oh, I just want you for, sorry, need, time on my own,
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true—
Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you to eat some brownies while watching “The Family Stone.” ♦
