Wish List


This season’s wish list. Short and simple, and I highly doubt Santa has any of it in his pack…


1. I wish the Christmas season would start December 14th and end the 26th. That gives you a good thirteen days. Twelve days to get from the Partridge-In-A-Pear-Tree right on down to the Drummers. And one day to clean it all up. Scrooge, I am, I am—and I may have lost all my readers just now. But the real meaning of Christmas (you know, the arrival of the King, and believing in something more important than yourself, and bright hope for the future, etc.) gets lost in shopping and commercialism and marketing and, and, and… And Christmas music in October? Please.


2. I wish those who have the means and ability to make Christmas magical for someone less fortunate will do so. Without reserve. Without fanfare. Quietly and in secret…


3. I wish for the removal of ugly sweaters from the mass market. Isn’t half the fun of “ugly sweater parties” to sport Aunt Agnes’s well-meaning attempt at love, or to at least hunt something retro or vintage from the local thrift shop? All you gotta do now is shell out twenty bucks—no effort or imagination needed. And on the same note…


4. I wish the mass market of unicorn items would stop already. Unicorns are rare and magical. They shouldn’t be EVERYWHERE. (Our local Walmart sells an ugly sweater with a protruding stuffed unicorn front and center. What have we come to?) Unicorns should be just a tick hard to find, so when you finally come across one, you do that giddy little jump-and-squeal move and race toward that single, unique likeness of majestic-ness.


5. Finally, I wish you and yours a multitude of giddy little jump-and-squeal moments throughout 2019.

Keeping it brief and snarky today.


Seriously, though…


Wishing you all a bright, peaceful Christmas and a happy, productive New Year.


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