Both my children have asked me that question recently.
Seems like it was only yesterday that I was mailing letters to the North Pole for them. Their Dad and I always knew what they wanted for Christmas. They told us over and over again.
But now they are adults, although always our children, and they are the ones asking the question.
It’s not that easy a question to answer.
There are not so many things I ‘need’ these days, you see, but I haven’t stopped ‘wanting’ yet.
The older I get, the more I find that the things I want the most can’t be wrapped in shiny paper. They are huge, but have no shape that would fit neatly inside a box or bag.
Some of them can’t be purchased at all. They are priceless, but have no price tag.
Some of them are not even possible, but that doesn’t stop the wanting.
My Christmas List
I want a calendar to mark the special days and remind myself that each day can be special.
I want a journal to hold time in one place for memory’s sake.
I want a snowflake to remind me of the awe and excitement that was winter in childhood.
I want a candle to symbolize the season, but also to remind me of candles lit within the year: on birthday cakes, for example, or spooky Hallowe’en nights.
I want the smell of that candle burning.
I want the colours of the seasons, wrapped in a bow.
I want the sound of your voices on the phone, saying that you arrived safely and all is well.
I want yesterday back for just the length of the Christmas season. I want the presence of family and friends who cannot now be with us except in memory. I want the excitement of Christmas morning with young children.
I want the sound of a bell. Just the sound.
I want kindness and warm hugs. I want great big bellyfuls of laughter.
I want peace on earth.
I want you home for Christmas. But if you can’t be here, I want you safe wherever you are.
I want the words to tell you just how much you mean to your Dad and me.
P.S. What do YOU need for Christmas?
P.P.S. I hope your list is easier than mine.