Church St, Burlington, VT (Christmas 2009)
If money were no object, what would be the perfect gift? Whether it’s for yourself or for somebody else, what thing would you give that you won’t or can’t give now?
The one thing that I would like this year - besides joining the Hubs in Vermont for the whirlwind rounds of multiple family Christmases that I am missing out on this year because eh-hem retail stops for no employee - would be an instant degree and a groveling publisher. I suppose that first I need to crank out a completed novel or two for said beggar to print copies of. I would desperately love to be done with college, though. I would also like to be able to quit my job. And eat donuts every day. And make extravagant weekend getaways every weekend. And never have to feel guilty about not handwriting thank you notes. (Puhhlease, grandma, you have an email address - so why can't I message my "thnx 4 the $" electronically? It takes the same amount of thought AND saves me a trip to the post office to buy stamps)
In all seriousness, if money were no object, and I could give any gift I wanted to others, I would give all of the important people in my life their dream vacation because they've all worked so hard their entire lives for it.
To my neighbors and mentors - they were there for me when I couldn't handle being in my own house and just needed to stalk out the door and breathe deeply the smells of someone else's kitchen.
To my parents - for putting up with me all those years (and still hanging onto their sanity).
To my brothers - because they're pretty cool people and should get to do cool things.
To my sisters - because they have amazing and beautiful imaginations that need to be fed.
To my high school teachers - because, come on, they have to put up with teenagers every day, that's no picnic.
I could keep adding to this list of deserving recipients, but I'll refrain on account of my drooping eyelids. I'll be drawing the shades soon as day is breaking, and I'll just be crawling under the covers. Until the UPS man comes (in approximately 3 hours) to deliver the package I apparently missed yesterday, I will be drifting away into slumbering bliss.
Sweet dreams to me! Will wake up and read everyone else's Let's Blog Off posts (see below) later today... (I'm being purposefully vague so that none of you will know just how late I sleep in today)
and oh yes, Happy Solstice!
I didn't think in terms of gifts for myself, but the idea of a completely remodeled house and time to read a stack of interesting books is pretty appealing!
ReplyDeleteGotta love a good Solstice celebration... one that has an unlimited buffet of donuts that taste delicious and have no fat, calories or carbs. And naps for everyone afterwards.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post, Chamois! Truly written with such a generosity of spirit. I can imagine school and working in retail pulls heavily at you, especially since you're missing out on the chance to see family. Hope you get to give yourself some treats for the holiday that makes being there by yourself feel better. As for the groveling publisher, if you find him/her, best keep it a secret or the rest of us will be hot on your coattails to usurp your position as the latest literary darling! Happy Holidays!
ReplyDelete@Joseph sounds like an excellent wishlist topper!
ReplyDelete@DogWalkBlog Indeed, I believe in honoring the solstice by sleeping in late enough to nearly miss it, followed by a box of Boston Cremes to usher in the new season.
@SaxonHenry As always, thanks for reading - this one didn't feel very beautiful, quickly pounded out before I conked out. Only to be woken by the package deliveryman two hours later. On the bright side, it was Christmas presents. (However, the box appears too small to contain a full size publisher...maybe if I plant it in a pot and sprinkle water?)