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All I Want…

Suzie Bichovsky-Thomas • Dec 24, 2013

On this Christmas Eve, I anxiously look to the sky- just in case I see him.  (Ever since watching Santa Claus in 1985 , I’ve wanted to err on the side of caution.)  After all, if NORAD is tracking him , you can’t be too safe.
Do you remember writing your Christmas list to Santa and putting complicated things on it to test him?  I do.  Here’s my list for this year.  
Dear Santa,
  • I would like a coffee fairy to deliver a daily dose to my workspace at 1:30.  One sugar, light on the cream.  This is the best part of my day and a bonus cup would make it all the better.
  • I would like a garage for snowy days.  Or, a chauffeur.  Your call.
  • I would like grownups to stop being mean to each other, about each other, and on behalf of one another.
  • I would like for Jonathan Maberry and Stephen King to write a bedtime story for me.  I would like Jon Stewart to introduce it and Ellen Degeneres to narrate it.  All while Channing Tatum interprets it through dance.
And, now, for the most complicated item.  I simply want to be happy.  Not happy because I have stuff.  Not happy because I can get more stuff.  But happy because I continue to accept each day as a gift and after a less than perfect day, I know I can always start over.
(But, if that’s too hard…I’ll take the bedtime story.)

What’s on your list?

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