Dear Santa, Make My Wishes Come True?
Now that it is stuck in my head, I just realized that I liked the song “All I Want For Christmas Is You” way better before the Mariah Carey version come out, yet somehow it is her damn voice singing it when it pops in my head. Damn you Mariah and your prego self.
Anyhow, Christmas is almost here and though I haven’t put up my tree yet, I have gotten some shopping done and I saw Celia’s Yuletide Express last night at Cruisin’ 66 (basically a stage full of hipsters shaking bells and jamming out with a guitar and drums to Christmas carols). Now that I am almost in full on holiday mode I am ready to make my Christmas wish list - one of the more enjoyable parts of the season.
- I would like an Aston Martin Vanquish… or to retire my wheels, take the Mister’s ride, and let him get a new car. I love my cavvy-cav (his name is Disco Stu) but the fact that he started dying again every time I make a hard turn even after an exorbitantly priced fuel pump repair saddens me to my core. I honestly don’t want a new car because I feel like I would have to immediately dump a soda on the interior, find a stinky bag of food to leave in there for a couple of days, and make my pup sleep in it until the seats are sufficiently covered with her hair in order for it to really feel like my car so I figure asking for something that I couldn’t possibly get works better.
- I would love to get a pair of black boots - nothing fancy with fringe or buckles. Just a cute pair of knee-high boots from Steve Madden would suit me just fine. I have scuffed and worn the crap out of my comfy black boots this year and we aren’t even halfway through the winter.
- The only other thing I really want are iTunes giftcards (Santa, could you possibly send a lot of these?). I am obsessively putting music on my iPod lately and I would love to be able to continue with this trend. I still need the Paramore CD, Iron and Wine, and The Black Ghosts… that right there is like $30 bucks alone, and if you really get me in that iTunes store I am sure it would easily bump up to more than $100 in music I would love to have. But, alas, I feel guilty buying so much music for myself around the holidays when I should really be buying all the people I love presents. Help a sister out?
I am not going to write a letter or sit in that creepy old guy at the mall’s lap to communicate my Christmas wishes. I don’t know if that will hurt my chances at getting what I ask for or not, but I have been pretty good this year. I volunteered a lot this year, helped collect canned food for the St. Louis Food Bank, and I learned to stop picking on the Mister after he gets that really irritated look on his face. That has to count for something right? Plus, Santa and I have been tight for almost 28 years now.
Here’s To The Claus-Man and Fat Guys In Red Pants Everywhere,
Melody








