Christmas Wishes

** Another random drabble vaguely linked to the way I feel...I'm not sure if it would fit better as lyric poetry or something, but I've never considered myself as a poet, so I'm going to continue my loyalty and post here.

It's probably not that much worth critique, but think of it as a light read!



Christmas Wishes - By Plus-One


I don't really want a lot this Christmas.

I've already had enough chocolate to last me a life time, and I'm never short of seasonal clothing.

I'm not to keen on pipers, nor partridges for that matter, and rings have never really suited my fingers.

I'm not a fan of perfumes, or soaps, I still have a back-log of out of date gift boxes people sent me.

I don't really revel in family celebrations, or any sort of large gatherings; I'm quite happy spending time alone.

I don't like the taste of meat, and roasted vegetables don't wet my appetite.

I tolerate the odd Christmas card, though never send any, and I'm not one for long awkward phone calls to relatives you never see.

I guess I like the cold...but snow is just a nuisance.

As for Brandy: I don't drink. I am quite happy with my inhibitions the way they are.

I have all I need.

Though a new pen might be nice, or maybe a nice writing pad...But I'll probably buy myself them anyway.

I don't want anything for Christmas...at least nothing material.

I guess I'd be happy with what I've got.

But I'd give everything - even the gift boxes - If he would just notice me, and tell me that he loves me.

Pretty good. The formatting's a little weird. It does seem sort of like a free-verse poem for the most part, though some parts seem like they'd do better as prose. You did a good job of showing the feeling of

I was a little bit confused by the last line, because I'm not sure who "he" is, or if this is from your perspective or from a fictional [female?] narrator's perspective.