All I Want for Christmas

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas. I would love peace on Earth. Doesn't everyone? But, hey who are we fooling. Let's get down to the real stuff.

I want a man. Not just any man. I want a big bad boy. One with class and one who is sure of himself. Hell he can even wear shorts in the winter, and crocs to the movies.

I want to run away for a week. No where special. Just so I can be who ever I want to be. I do want to be pampered too.

I want to be the center of someone's attention. I want them to think I am the most important person in the world....just for a day or so.

I want to ride a motorcycle with my new red gloves. I want to fish the ocean. I want......wait now. I am dreaming. Well, since I am dreaming. Let's make this good. I want a convertible.....a high speed boat, or one to spend the day in.

I want, I want, I want. Don't you just hate that about this time of year. I hate when family ask, "What do you want for Christmas?" You are my family, you should know what I want. EVERYTHING.

It is not about money or the need. It is about wanting. What I want for Christmas is what I would not buy for myself. If I need it...I buy it. If I want it, I wait, it is not a necessity.

So, under the Christmas tree, I want....A SURPRISE.