Can you just add the Baa to my humbug

Lets stay in bed and cuddle under the covers

dreaming up new dreams

Let the ghosts come bring us back to childhood

to remind us what we really need

They’d agree it’s to write

and that all these bells and tinsels are unnecessary

I’d say lets build a snowman but there’s no snow

And that’s okay with me

As long as I’m cuddled up inside with you

writing your poetry on my belly

That would be the best gift

and the only gift I’d want to see.

-Saschia Johnson