Santa, it’s really trite to repeat the cliche, but youth is wasted on the young. And I’d love some miracles right now – who says adults aren’t entitled to some magic, too?
I’d love a four + bedroom house. Doesn’t need to be bigger than that, though a little patch of fenced land with it would be the icing on the cake. Something big enough for a swingset and a trampoline, and maybe a small courtyard area to put the barbeque and wendy house on. I don’t require residence in the flashest suburbs, just somewhere boring enough to be safe for me and my family. I don’t care if it’s a new home or has seen several families and their stories. I just ask that it’s holding together, likely to do so for the next couple decades at least, and a warm, healthy home. Somewhere where my girls can have a room, I can have a nursery for the little babies that haven’t come through yet, and D and I can have a room to offer hospitality to passing visitors. Somewhere that can be a home, a soft place to fall, a treasure box of love and blessings.
A “people mover” vehicle would be great to. Preferably a 7 or 8 seater, but at this point I’d take a 6-seater. Something with room for three rather bulky carseats. I admit I’m more inclined to the mini-van style rather than the SUV style. I don’t drive offroad – certainly not intentionally – and don’t care to bully other people who like using roads either. Besides, I’m a mom, right? I can be my ‘company vehicle’.
Finally, I’d really love a wee baby to bless our lives. But I won’t bother asking you for that – I think my hubby would prefer he was the one that crafted it, rather than your talented elves.
Merry Christmas, Santa. I’ll leave extra milk and cookies out this year.