Hopes for under the tree

One day with aches and pains,
a chance to have my boss become human
instead of an unreasonable ogre.

Seeing the television news not filled only with hate
and newspaper print hope's ink more often.

To spend time seeing more beauty than ugliness,
discovering gems among everyday faces,
feeling love flow in the air
that so often reeks of harm or abuse.

Simple is the soul's need
for things not wrapped in colorful paper,
bringing joy lasting more than tomorrow.

But then too what would bring a smile,
is a simple card left by Santa,
showing receipts from all my credit card companies,
marked paid in full.