That naughty or nice list you have?
Well. I can explain…
Love me x
What do I really want for Christmas?
To start with an either/or. I’d like a magic wand. A real one but maybe with a few sparkles and some shiny bits? No point in anything too drab. If that’s a problem I’d be happy with a common sense stick. I know they are rare and I promise not to hit too many people with it. Who knows where that might end?
I’d like the time to spend with family and with old and new friends, time for laughter and silliness and putting the world to rights. With beer.
Shoes. You know that but I’m not asking for Louboutins… Jimmy Choos will do. Even Prada.
Let people count their blessings, see all the good things in their lives and appreciate them. Yes life’s a bitch but dwelling on it lets it win.
By the way – please don’t turn me into Pollyanna. I don’t do happy skipping…
Or pinafore dresses.
Please send me barmen who don’t say ‘are you sure you want a pint?’ And what the hell does a real beer drinker actually look like anyway?!
I’d like to see Cardiff in the sunshine. OK, let’s not go mad. Just not in the rain…
A small jar of inspiration wouldn’t go amiss. Maybe two if they fit in the sleigh. And a quiet day or two to open them and savour the contents.
Finally I’ll raise a glass (or two…) and wish that everyone has the Christmas that they want. Really want. Not the one that the supermarket adverts make us believe we have to have. No rules, no obligations. Buy the dinner ready-made. Never eat mince pies. Don’t have a tree. Go all out, make your own crackers and eat turkey and pudding until you burst! Whatever works for you…
Ho Ho Ho/Bah Humbug*
*delete as applicable