Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you’d check off my Christmas list”
Okay, I don’t think I’ve been all that good (a girls gotta have some fun!) but I don’t think that my particular Santa will mind all that much . . .
Now, if you’re anything like me, you’ve been racing around figuring out what to get for other people and maybe neglected to think about what you might get from the man in the snazzy red suit.
So, this is a list of a few things I would love to see – and might actually find – under the tree.
I’m a huge Vera Bradley bag fan and have carried nothing else for 20 years – yep, since I was two years old! Since I never know when the writing bug will strike, I carry my net book, Lil’ Red, with me everywhere. I think I would look really stylish with this bag to carry it and all of its accessories in . . .
I also want a massage. Not a quick head a shoulders massage in one of those tacky chairs at the mall. No sireeee . . . I want a one and one half hour massage on a table with piped in sperm whale mating call music recorded by Enya. I want the hot stone therapy as well . . .I want my husband to have to come and get me because I’m incapable of driving myself home.
And, if I’m aiming for the box seats, I want a multi-book, huge advance book deal with Nora Ephron begging to make the movies. And, of course, Alex O’Loughlin would want to star in them and I’d have to be on set everyday . . .
Okay, now that I’ve spilled the secrets only known by Mr. Claus . . . tell me what you whispered in his ear . . .