The speaker starts with a Christmas wish list that is really a list of insecurities: a flatter stomach, thicker hair, fuller lips, a smaller waist. Then she stops herself with "scratch that" and tries again. This time the wishes go deeper, toward a family that notices her, a mind that isn't damaged, and friends who can actually help. She dismisses even these as "impossible," which says a lot about how hopeless she feels.
The third attempt swaps loneliness for followers and fame, and she scratches that out too. Only in the last round does she land on the "right" answer: world peace, an end to hunger, happiness for everyone. But the ending gives her away. Tucked in at the very end, hesitant and trailing off, is "maybe / just maybe / even me..." The mood is vulnerable and quietly sad. The poem suggests that she is tired of wanting things for herself, yet what she wants most is simply to be happy and to be seen.