Remember when you were little and every Christmas your entire family (mom, dad, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc.) asked you over and over for your wish list? And your parents probably stood in line for an outrageous amount of time at some overly crowded shopping mall just so you could tell Santa what you wanted.
That’s how Christmas happened in my family, at least. Beginning Thanksgiving Day, my aunts and grandmother started pressing us children for gift ideas. My cousins and I would spew these elaborate suggestions thinking we were doing our elders a favor by telling them exactly what we wanted. We were making Christmas fool proof for them.
Now that I am grown and have a home of my own, my aunts still ask me what I want for Christmas each year, but for some reason when I hit a certain age it no longer felt appropriate to present to my family — even though they ask for it — an actual list of things I want. I usually respond to their question with, “Oh, you don’t have to get me anything.”
Really, Hali? You know good and well that they are going to give you presents whether or not you tell them what you want.
However, I of course still prepare a list in my head of the most desired and elaborate items I can imagine receiving, and in doing so I have come to realize that my wishes haven’t really changed since becoming an adult. Remarkably, I desire the same things I did as a child, but those items happen to be real and far more expensive than their toy counterparts. Continue reading