I don't want a lot this year,
No gifts wrapped in blue.
The only thing I'm asking for,
Is a feminine point of view.
I just want to feel at home,
In my skin, wherever I roam,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas is... boobs.

I'd love some curves to grace my hips,
And lashes long and lush,
A voice that flows as sweetly as
A Christmas evening's hush.
I want to twirl in a skirt that flares,
With confidence as I descend the stairs,
What I'm longing for is clear,
All I want for Christmas is... boobs.

Oh, I won't ask too much this Christmas,
I won't wish for jewels or gold,
I'm just dreaming of the day
When my true self can unfold.
I won't write a lengthy list,
For Saint Nick to persist, I
won't need to implore Santa for more.

'Cause I just want these gifts tonight,
Feeling joyous, feeling right.
What more can I do?
Oh, Baby, all I want for Christmas is... boobs.

The lights are shining brightly
As the carolers sing,
I'm wishing for acceptance,
And the happiness it brings.
And as we gather 'round the tree,

All I hope is to simply be
Embraced for who I am,
My wish is not just whimsy.

I don't want a lot for Christmas,
This is all I'll ever need,
I'm waiting for the day my outside
Matches what's within, indeed.
Oh, I just want them for my own,
The final piece to be fully shown,
Santa, hear my plea,
Baby, all I want for Christmas is... boobs.