I spent the morning tromping through stores and toy isles with the best of ‘em. Christmas is right around the corner and this Sassy Steel Magnolia’s got 3 nieces, 3 nephews, 1 godson, 2 brothers, 1 sister, 2 sister-in-laws, 1 brother-in-law and a momma on her list. I’ve noticed that over the years I have less and less on my wish list because I get so caught up in what and who else I’m supposed to be getting gifts for and such. I know, I know — it’s not about gifts and the Season has gotten so commercial and the true meaning of Christmas has been lost and yadda yadda yadda..trust me, I know. And I agree for the most part, I really do.
But, sometimes I can’t help to think back to how nice it was when I got to go sit on Santa’s lap and ask him for whatever I wanted without a care in the world. No one scoffed at me for asking for too much or at how crazy something was. Nobody told me to stop being ridiculous because we’re in a recession or that I need to grow up or how many people have it worse than I do. I could say anything in the world and Santa would simply smile and nod his head.
So what do I do as I sit in this coffee shop and try and figure out what toys I should get which niece or nephew all the while making sure I don’t get them confused? Well, I decide I’m going to forget about everything for a few minutes and write a letter to the big man in the red suite myself…..
He’s gotta listen at least a little, don’t you think? We really do have so much in common. He likes red, I like red. He likes making people smile, I like smiling……. Santa??!?…………….Santa Babyyyy?!……
Oh well, back to Star Wars, Crayola & Disney Princesses for me. One can always hope & believe.
Actually speaking of Princesses, I wonder if…….
