Here’s my Christmas wish to God Almighty:
A ten percent raise in income, please;
A garage to put old tools and boots in;
A cat that doesn’t rake the spine of books;
A car whose rubber tires never wear out;
A coin from the reign of Henry V;
A blue tropical bird in a birdcage;
A gorgeous cactus blooming in winter.
In return for these few wayward presents,
I agree not to insist on world peace.
I will go to church each Sunday morning,
Drop a Jackson at the offertory,
Think good thoughts about my dog and brother.
May I not think of others as Other.