No trinket and no bauble
would fill this ache inside.
No ''frilly little number''
would allow my heart to hide.

All I want for Christmas
is some special time alone.
I've told you through my poetry
and I've told you on the phone.

Don't ask me what I'm hoping for.
I know you've read my list!
You're name's the only thing on it.
I can't believe the hint's you've missed!

Mary Nagy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-on-my-list/