Twinkling lights and candy canes
Carols drift down frosty streets
Stockings hang by the chimney
But there's one thing that would make this season complete
Not wrapped in paper or tied with ribbons
No shiny wrapping, just something lasting
All I'm asking for this Christmas
Is a mark on my skin that speaks to where I've been
All I hope for this Christmas is a new recovery tattoo
A piece of art that tells my story
No sweaters, no fruitcake, no trinkets
Something bold, something that shows I made it through
Santa, I'm hoping you hear me
A needle, some ink, a simple wish
Grandma's baking in the kitchen
Kids are tearing open presents
The room is filled with laughter
But I'm thinking about a chair in a shop
Lines of black ink that spell out growth
A phoenix or a symbol of hope
Every detail a reminder of the journey
Of battles fought and strength found
All I hope for this Christmas is a new recovery tattoo
A small testament to resilience
No gift cards, no slippers
Just something permanent, something true
Santa, I've been patient
Let me hear that needle buzz, let the ink flow
Others dream of shiny gifts and diamonds
Ribbons and fancy bows
I'm holding onto a dream of ink
Stories written one line at a time
Every stroke a lesson
Every shade a memory earned
All I hope for this Christmas is a new recovery tattoo
A reminder of the road traveled
No gadgets, no socks
Something that shouts, "I grew"
Santa, don't let this wish slip away
A mark that shows the work, the victory
When morning comes, I'll be at the shop
Where stories of strength are shared
The hum of the needle and a smile
All I hope for this Christmas
Is ink that tells my tale