Murry Christmas Eve!

One of my favorite creations deserves a backstory.

I wrote this deep in the snowy backcountry, huddled in a three-sided lean-to while trying to convince myself that eating cold trail mix for Christmas dinner was ‘peak ruggedness.’ (Ok, it was a 1987 Pace Arrow but who’s askin?)

I was officially four days into a solo trek, my only companion was a particularly judgmental squirrel, and the silence of the wilderness was finally starting to make me crack.

I started humming Mariah Carey just to scare off potential bears, but the lyrics kept getting interrupted by my own stubbornness.

There’s something about shivering in a sleeping bag at 2 a.m. that makes you realize you aren’t actually a ‘lone wolf’—you’re just a person who’s very cold and slightly annoyed that you actually miss someone back in civilization.

This song is the result of that frostbitten moment of clarity.

All I Want for Christmas Is You (The “I Swear I’m Not Emotionally Invested” Edition)

I don’t want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

And I… don’t even really want it

Like… at all… honestly… please leave

I just want you for my own

(But also no, I’m fine alone)

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is—

…okay fine, you

I don’t need expensive gifts

Or mistletoe above the door

I don’t even like your face that much

(But damn it, I like it more)

’Cause I’m trying to be chill

But my chill is wearing thin

Baby, all these feelings are against my will

So just… ugh… come in

You, baby (I hate this)

You, baby (why am I like this)

You, baby (I’m in hell)

All I want for Christmas is—

…fudge, it’s you, oh well ♪

Merry Crisis, I mean Christmas. 🎄😭

©️NatureIsCranked

But seriously, Merry Christmas!