And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
Cuz I don’t need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days

If you’d asked me a few weeks ago what I wanted for Christmas, I’d have said “a job.”   Christmas came early. December 2011 is like an abusive boyfriend, bringing me flowers the morning after giving me a black eye.

So for Christmas, (and for the New Year) I still want Better Days. I want days of clear-headedness and focus and productivity. I want as many days possible free of angst and tears.

I just want to be happy. And I want 2012 to treat the people I care about better than 2011.