Years ago as a snaggletoothed child I used to sing, rather squeal “All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth.” It was a lie of course; I had a list 25 items long that I’d submit every year without fail the day after Thanksgiving. As I got older I stopped asking for a horse, a dachshund, or a big trampoline every year and started asking for more realistic things like books, shoes, and jewelry. Over the years I’ve amassed quite a bit of “stuff”; everything I need really. But this year I realized as I struggled to put my Christmas list together for bemused gift giving loved ones that Mariah Carey said it her saccharinely sweet best, “All I Want for Christmas is You.”
Prior to now, I would have dry heaved at the thought of wanting only “You” for Christmas. But I’d love for just us to just curl up in on the couch on a cold Christmas morning and open presents, me in cute red fleece (in my imagination it can be cashmere though) pajamas while classic Rat Pack Christmas music played softly in the background near a warm “open” fire (roasted chestnuts?) drinking a celebratory glass of champagne. I’d trade it all – the Victor Rolf Flower Bomb, the Pottery Barn Faux Fur Throw, or even the Cartier Love Ring (that’s stretching it) – just to spend Christmas with you.
