Hands down, Christmas circa 1968 was one of my most memorable Christmases ever. Just look at that aluminum Christmas tree with the shiny blue balls. The rotating color wheel of red, blue, gold and green. The cowboy outfit (notice I did not say cowgirl!) complete with real boots, vest and a white leather neck lariat. I’m not sure why, but Santa also brought me a blonde wig. If I look very closely under the tree, I can see the bag of oranges that I never appreciated but that Santa always left, without fail, in my stocking.
At this moment, I felt like I had everything in the world I could possibly ever wanted, except for a real horse. I even received not one, two but three of those years later after I’d worn my parents down by my constant nagging.
It’s a blessing that, as children, we can be so easily fulfilled. While I am not wealthy, I must say that now that I am an adult, I have most everything I “need” and yet my “wants” are impossible to put under a tree. So I have been giving it some thought. If I could have anything in the world, this is what I would wish for…
My Grown Up Christmas List
The world would be free of cancer, Alzheimer’s Disease and mental illness. Those I know who are afflicted with these conditions would be healthy. Broken hearts and wounded spirits would be healed.
The world would be free of prejudice, bigotry, ignorance and hunger.
Every day would be two hours longer, giving me more time to cook more, exercise and write. Better make that three hours longer!
Micheal Buble would be my friend. Also Adele. I thought about having Oprah as a friend but I am not sure… she can be a little pushy.
I could sit down (on earth) with my parents once again. And my Aunt Betty Jo and Aunt Johnnie.
No one would be cruel to animals and most everyone would spay and neuter their pets. Also, our pets would age at the same rate we do.
My son and his wife Meredith would have a long, happy life together and a happy family. They wouldn’t have to work so hard or be so tired.
I would feel hopeful and optimistic about the state of our government. Oh, and politicians would be honest. (Yeah, right!)
Sugar, ice cream and chocolate chip cookies would be good for you.
The litter box would be perpetually self cleaning.
The people I know who can not become pregnant would be able to have children. And these children would be loved.
I would get my Master’s Degree and a scholarship, while I am at it.
I would have white teeth. And longer legs. And that cowlick on the back of my head would go away.
Folks with the burden of financial problems would find this burden lifted and would not need to make choices based on economics.
My dryer would also iron my clothes. Oh, and the dishwasher would automatically put the dishes into the cupboard.
I would keep my house* and my neighborhood, but I would move them further out in the countryside where I could see more sky and experience more quiet, except for the sound of whippoorwills, crickets, cicadas and the occasional rooster. Somehow, it would only take me 5 minutes to drive to work and the grocery store.
*Actually I would add more closets inside my house…
I would travel more. I want to walk across England, from coast-to-coast. I would like to spend 3 weeks in Tuscany and Florence. I would drive the Pacific Coast Highway. I would go nearly anywhere except Las Vegas, one of the few places I don’t care to visit, but if I had to go there, I’d rent a car and drive into the desert. Maybe I simply want to be a travel writer and I could get paid to do this.
All of us would remember to laugh more. And not worry about the things we cannot change.
My book would be a best seller and then I’d write another book.