All I Want for Christmas is Legal Home Grow

All I want for Christmas is the right to grow,
Not paying through the nose for what I sow.
While others tend their garden spots with care,
My medicine's locked behind red tape and prayer.

These clinic fees are robbing us outright,
With prices soaring to a ridiculous height.
While corporate cash flows fast and free,
We're stuck here begging on bended knee.

It works just fine in other lands abroad,
Where growing your own isn't seen as fraud.
Like any herb that's grown with love and light,
This plant deserves to see the Aussie night.

I'm not asking Santa for anything rare,
Just the freedom other gardeners share.
The right to grow what helps me thrive,
Like any plant that keeps hope alive.

So this Christmas, hear our simple plea,
For garden rights that set us free.
Like basil, mint, and garden fare,
Let us tend our medicine with care.