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All I want for Christmas - a wishlist with a difference
All I want for Christmas
It’s that time of the year again, and I am browsing through the Sunday newspaper which is splashed with all sorts of goodies - none of which even touch the remotest sense of ‘want’ in me. No, what I want is not likely to come wrapped in a parcel alongside a Christmas tree. Instead it is something of substance, something that would change me as a person, something that would bring out a ‘me’ that lies buried beneath.
Safety, security, opportunity, and love – that’s it!
I’ve never really felt safe; my life has been too violent and too stressful for that. So it would be nice to wake up Christmas morn and know that I will have a roof over my head for the rest of forever. That’s safety.
It would be nice to have the certainty that my odd persona would not get me kicked out of a job or that I had a liveable income for life. I wish the powers that be would legislate basic income. It would change the world. That’s security.
I’d also like to spend time doing things I love to do regularly – like dancing, or swimming, or seeing a movie. I’d also like to do some courses, but every time I ask the prices, I rethink my desire. That ever happen to you? Anyway, that’s opportunity.
And then there’s love. In my deepest heart of heart, I know two things. It was what I wanted most in days gone by, and now I know it’s something that I will never have. I am too odd, too old, too set in my ways, and to some extent, too particular in my tastes. I also remember the many who remind me, it’s not what’s on the outside, it’s the inside that matters. Needless to say my inside often jars others so I gave up on love.
Perhaps I'm being sneaky here, but isn't this what we all want when the dross is removed?
So I wrote a poem...
Basic, monthly, livable income
All I want from life
It isn’t called ‘All I want for Christmas.’ It’s called ‘All I want from life.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If I could pay the price
Of all the things I liked.
I’d be highly psyched
To invite my friends to play
And focus on having a nice day.
The only way I see
That this can truly be
Is if some nice rich mogul
Whose lifestyle is truly global,
Donated a place for me to live.
But do people truly give?
They do, they do,
It’s perfectly true.
Generosity does exist
On that I will insist.
It makes my life easier,
The future definitely looks breezier.
It might not be Bill Gates or Carlos Sims,
Or some other billionaire with far reaching whims.
Instead it’s people like you and me,
Who dig deep to help those that they see
Are struggling just to stay alive.
It’s hard, sometimes, just to survive.
So as I note the things I’d like,
A home, a bigger income, and a bike.
I note them, then I think.
I can do without the mink.
I’m truly grateful that friends are there,
And alongside family, I will loudly blare,
Times are tough,
And often rough,
But with you and you and you and you,
My Christmas list I will review.
I am here cause you are there for me.
And simply that, enables me to be.
For Your Precious Love : Flames, Zayne Adams
What would you rather give to somebody?
It's been a fortunate year in some ways...
As we draw near to the end of 2015, I know it's been a tough year for many (myself, included). I am reminded, however, that within all those days, there were people and times and places that knocked off the rough edge of life and made it pretty for a while.
I don't believe life is going to get any easier for us in the future as sufficient land, food, water, and shelter will become increasingly difficult for everybody to have. So some will suffer. With that in mind, I think the greatest thing we can give to others this Christmas is something that will contribute to their well being and survival in the future. It's also a good time to reaffirm bonds of friendship because in the final analysis, we live better when we live in safe, secure, and loving communities.
In the spirit of goodwill to all men, happy holidays.
© 2015 Tessa Schlesinger