Year After Year

I make a Christmas list each year 

With treats for me alone 

I start it in the summer  

Before autumn comes along  

I write it on a note pad 

And slip it in the drawer 

Then wait for someone to ask me 

What I'm yearning for  

Autumn leads to Winter 

My list stays where it's at 

No one asks the question 

And I wonder about that 

Christmas day soon rolls around 

Presents are exchanged 

Expectantly I open them 

To be disappointed once again 

Next year when I start to think 

Of gifts just for myself 

I'll make a list in very bold type  

And pin it to the shelf