A few days ago I was reading the Christmas lists hanging on my sister’s refrigerator door. She has four boys so it was no surprise to find Star Wars toys and Lego sets filling one list, baseball related items on another, and Wolverine themed trinkets making up a good portion of the third. The new line of cooking supplies from the Pioneer Woman was prevalent on the list of the youngest. (My eleven-year-old nephew is an aspiring chef. Bobby Flay and Ree Drummond are his idols.)
This list-perusing got me thinking - and Amy and me chatting - about Christmas, kids, and ultimately about our own childhood Christmas wants.
When I was young, my lists were comprised almost entirely of living creatures - guinea pig, puppy, bunny, a goat. However, being the practical child that I was, I knew the chances of receiving another pet were slim. So I always added a few more reasonable back-up items like a dirt bike, an Olympic-sized balance beam, and a tin of Almond Roca. No, I never woke up Christmas morning to find any of these items under the tree, except for the Almond Roca. But that didn’t stop me from wishing and dreaming. Every. Single. Year.
|What do you wish for this year? (Be honest.)|
The things we wanted as children might have been more specific and tangible than the things we want now as adults. But, at their core, are they really that much different than what we (not so) secretly long for still? Like the kids in our lives now, we are convinced these items will bring us joy and peace and contentment. In fact, we know they will. Amy and I thought it would be fun to share a few items from our grown-up Christmas lists this year. Just a few small things…
1) Extra hours in my day. Like many of you, time is at the top of my wish list. I’m not going to blather on about how we all have the same amount of time and that I need to manage mine better by sleeping less, being more efficient, moving faster, eating less, or whatever. I know all that. It does not help me. And since this is my Christmas list, clearly that means that I believe in magic and miracles and stuff. So, I’m going all out and literally asking Santa for two or three extra hours in my day. (Psst, Santa, we could work out a weekly time allotment if that’s easier for you? Like twelve or even ten extra hours a week? I’ll use them productively. I promise. After we establish a mutually agreed upon definition of “productive” of course.)
|Dear Santa, Amy and I would both like a little extra of this. We are willing to negotiate.|
2) A perpetually clean house. See how I’m not being greedy here and asking for a housekeeper? In my case that would be way too decadent. My house is not that big and is currently only inhabited by myself, my husband, and one geriatric wiener dog. How messy can it get? The answer to this question makes me cringe even as it often leaves me in a state of awe. Thus, I want a house that doesn’t get dirty at all. (Santa, just in case you get the wrong idea regarding wish #1 above - I do not consider cleaning to be a productive use of my extra time.)
3) A kitten. (Further evidence that things haven’t changed all that much for me.)
|Dear Santa, either one of these little fuzz buckets will work.|
Amy’s turn …
Like Carol, I would kill for more hours in a day, but since she already asked for that, here’s my grown-up list!
1) Young legs. I didn’t realize that when you get into your forties suddenly everything starts to creak and crack. My knees, for example. These things aren’t what they used to be back when I was in high school playing soccer and basketball. Sometimes I stand up and wonder why in the world it feels like I just ran a marathon! My dad always says, “Getting old sucks!” I’m starting to understand!
2) Enough covers at night. Anyone here got a dog? Anyone here got a dog that sleeps in your bed? I do and she’s a sixty-pound cover-stealer. Not because she’s covered in them but because she plops herself between me and my husband and creates this dip that seems to suck all the covers into it. I’m left with 12 inches of blanket that doesn’t budge when I pull on it. Please, Santa, it’s cold here in Chicago. I need some covers!
|No. I have absolutely no idea what happened to all the covers.|
3) A laundry fairy. This would be the very best present of all. Someone who did all the laundry, folded it, and put it away. I don’t know about anyone else, but I am drowning in laundry. I have three kids (one of whom is a teenage girl, which means I do the equivalent of approximately six children’s laundry) plus a husband who pretends that our fancy washing machine is just too complicated for him to work - I mean where in the world do you put the detergent and look at all those settings?! Never mind he’s a MECHANICAL ENGINEER, this is just too much for him! I would love love love love a laundry fairy.
|Dear Santa, I would. If only I had a laundry fairy.|
We’d love to hear about an item on your grown-up Christmas list this year!
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