My Very Own Fantasy Christmas

And because I think Chrissy is one of the awesomest things since baked bread, I am now going to flatter him with imitation (which is the sincerest form of flattery) and copy his ingenious idea of making a very unrealistic (and slightly belated) Christmas Wish List.

So, without further ado, here is my Belated Holiday Wish List:
(p.s. - It's better than Chris's because it's in iambic pentameter)

I couldn't possibly ask for more Christmas cheer,
For I'm incredibly blessed.
But, while we're all here...
I would've liked to have just one sweater,
A great big white cashmire one-all the better.
And it's never too late for a Man Farm to start
Stocked with ripped twenty-somethings
Who won't break my heart.
A move to Florida would've been gay
Had it not placed my friends so freaking far away.
So now Colerado is my paradise
I can only hope my friends
Will visit once or twice.
A call from a boy who I find quite charming
Could be really nice, and somewhat disarming.
For one thing this Christmas I could've done without,
Was the manhating grudge, and the perpetual pout.
From Provo, the things that it hurt most to leave
Were my friends, for whom I will soon surely grieve.
Because honestly, leaving will suck quite a lot.
Can I not take them with me?
Cause that would be hot.
Until then, I will wish for the time I have left,
To be filled with laughter, and the ones I love best.
Please let me have a New Years Kiss,
From someone I hope isn't reading this.
And maybe a promise that I won't be forgotten,
Because--don't forget--I'll be back by next Autumn!