::Inspired by Tripler::
What do YOU want for X-mas?
I want:
A full-time petsitter for my dog. I hate boarding her when I go places.
A full week at the spa.
A job I enjoy that I can work at as much as I want.
Someone to snuggle and read with. And other things, but you know…
My Jeep back.
I want:
A Playstation 2
A job I don’t dread going to in the morning.
New knees
To snuggle and read with Nymysys. And other things, but –
::shoe hits CF in the head::
Ouch!
Note to self: Don’t flirt while fiance is watching . . .
::note to self:: Don’t snuggle with someone whilst their fiance’s are throwing shoes.
OW, HONESTY! Good Christ you’ve got some aim, woman!
Now that’s a first!
Tripler
I want a brain for Dubya,
Courage for Gore,
A heart for Buchanan,
and my mother’s head on a pike after Dorothy drops a house on her.
I already got what I want for Christmas… a trip to San Francisco, where I have someone to snuggle with and read and do other stuff…
So all I really want for Christmas is a decent-paying job in the SF area so I can stay there.
hhhmmmm. I’m wondering why this wasn’t all I want for new years. 
All I want for Christmas is a job for Rasa too.
A stethescope.
A Limoge.
A Steif teddy bear.
Workout videos.
Sex and the City, the first season, on DVD.
A REAL camera.
Games for my Gameboy.
A dog.
All I want for Christmas is:
A Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock and a thing on the side that tells time.
My 2 front teeth
Ok, I’m sorry, I had to say them
Really, what I want is some down time to relax, but I’m not going to get it. I want a big raise, or win the lottery so I can come off this damn tight budget, but I doubt that either of those will happen. I’d really like my student loans paid off. Anyone want to help? I’m taking suggestions.
a decent pair of sunglases that don’t break every fucking week.
a new stereo [my cd player don’t work no more 
]
a man [too many boys here where i am]
a decent cumulative GPA [must keep scholarship to please parents, to get my car so that i might get a REAL job to make REAL money…]
I’ll get back to add on later…
Oh yeah, I forgot.
I want my sex drive back. Damn hormones. I have no desire. Not like I’m getting any anyway, maybe if I was, that would change things. sigh
All I want for Christmas is:
A way to get to Chicago so I can snuggle with Nymysys.
Say, what’s this underneath the tree? It’s vaguely airplane-ticket shaped…
::looks around alertly. Hmmm, no one seems to be throwing a shoe at ME…::
I’d be very happy if I got:
a good guitar case
Brazil on tape
the Fight Club soundtrack
the really cute French exchange student
Good wooden shoe-trees
Tyres for my truck 235/75r15
a Drill Doctor
a Life
A shortwave radio with USB and an antenna that I can put on my balcony
A pressure cooker
An MP3 player
My own computer
I don’t want much 
Robin
What do I want for Christmas?
Well, he knows who he is!
I want a filing cabinet.
The edit function, so I can correct spelling/grammar errors I still manage to miss despite using previews. Even a time-limited, like 5 minutes, would be peachy since I spot most of my errors just seconds after hitting the submit button.
I promise to leave milk and cookies (or beer and brauts) for Uncle Santa if he comes through.
A sex slave or two [or forty two]
All my friends to be happy and satisfied with life
Some new lingirie
Some new books
Inspriration
Grades and essays that will impress admissions officers at what colleges I apply to
:::looking over Morph’s shoulder:::
Is it a ticket? Is it? Is it REALLY?