I know I'm a little old to be writing to you. Nevertheless, I want to believe that you hear the wishes of all your children, not just the pint-sized ones, so here goes.
First, thank you for your hand in the gifts I received last year. They were exactly what I wanted, even the ones I didn't ask for, so I know you must have exerted some influence on my family and friends. Feel free to remind them again this year that you can't go wrong with chocolate.
Being a grownup, I can pretty much buy myself everything I need. But there are certain things I want - things that can't be wrapped and slipped into a stocking - that perhaps you could deliver.
Have I been good, you ask? Well, I try. I think I've been more patient. I'm trying to talk less and listen more, and I'm doing better at getting to work earlier, as opposed to skidding in a few minutes late or just in the "nick" of time (that's a little Santa humor). So yes, I feel I can ask for a few little things this year. I hope you're feeling obliging.
First, I want a new TV show to watch. Please let it have the intensity and hunky leading men of a "Lost" and the mix of mystery and down-to-earth real life of a "Medium." With the swan song of "Lost" last spring and the impending demise of "Medium" in January, I really need a good one hour weekly escape from reality. You provide the show, I'll provide the popcorn: deal?
Second, I would love a car that comes when you call it. Surely you have one mechanically inclined elf who can make my dream come true. Picture it, Santa: It's a snowy, sub-zero January afternoon. I step outside, call "C'mon, car!" and my Subaru comes chugging up the street like a loyal dog.
Suppose you sold the patent on this to General Motors? You could expand your North Pole operations, you could afford to spend the off-season in some tropical locale. You could give raises to all the elves! It's win-win for everyone.
Finally, I want less winter and more spring. Yes, I know I live in the U.P. and that shoveling in April is the price I must pay for living in an area awash in natural splendor. But you must have some pull with Mother Nature, right? Can't you give her the old St. Nick twinkle and persuade her to send spring to us on the date the calendar always promises it will arrive?
You know, Santa, when I started this list I thought it would be much longer. It's the nature of being human, isn't it, to always yearn for just a little bit more? But for the most part, I'm content. I've got family, friends, pets, a home, a job, sobriety. Once you've got those big-ticket items, everything else feels a bit frivolous.
Still, I wouldn't mind finding a bottle of bubble bath or a pair of fuzzy socks under the tree on Christmas morning. And please, Mr. Kringle, do your best to give everyone a Merry Christmas, or a joyous time whatever they celebrate. Believe me, most of us really are trying hard to be good.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Deb Pascoe is a Marquette resident, mother of three and full-time editorial assistant in The Mining Journal newsroom. Her bi-weekly columns focus on her observations on life and family. She can be reached by phone at 228-2500, ext. 240, or by e-mail to email@example.com. Read her blog online at www.singlesobermom.blogspot. com.