Me got the bahum bug. Bluesy, funky cock-eyed shit. I don't wanna have a blue Christmas, but that's how it seems to be shaping up. Don't know why. Not sure there's a reason. Definitely not a single answer. It's complicated. Such is life.
I don't want anything for Christmas. I don't want new socks or underwear. I don't want a warm pair of pajamas. I don't want the latest video game or blue-ray movies. I don't want a place to play canasta. I don't even want pizza. Now you know it's serious, right?
I want a great new Christmas song, to rival the classics. To become a classic in it's own right. I want people to embrace each other. Find our common ground. Give til it hurts. Soothe the pain. Abandon hate. Find a cure for hatred, cancer, AIDS, ignorance. Santa needs to get his shit together this year and make some things happen. This Christmas has got to make a difference.
Find a home for every orphan that wants one. And make it a good home. Find homes for the homeless that want them, that need them. Feed the hungry. Visit the lonely. Cure the sick. Sing to the frightened.
I'm wanting something different this year. I don't want the Hallmark specials with fake people and fake premises making fake happiness and fake promises. I want hands outreached and real connections. I want an end to the violence. Goodbye to hate. I want acceptance. I want dreams. I want solace. I want peace.
There's got to be a morning after, as the song goes. There's got to be a way. We can do this. We can make the earth that we dream about. We have the power, and the resources. Let's celebrate life and make it happen. What are we waiting for?