Someone I lost long ago returned, as if she’d never been gone.
Leaving aside miracles and sticking with things that could physically be possible: Sufficient wealth that I could quit my job and dedicate that time to projects I want to work on, while continuing to live a comfortable life.
Perfect health for my Mom and myself.
A car. A Kia Rio 5 would be perfect. That or some other small-medium hatchback.
Money. I would settle for $1,000 but if I could get $5,000 I would take it.
Somebody else to clean our house and do all the stupid, annoying crap my Mom wants done every day.
A new pair of jeans and two or three sweatshirts, in nice colors, that actually fit.
A way to lose weight that didn’t cause me terrible pain.
A full-ride scholarship for my son for whatever college he gets into.
{{{Alice}}}
I think Steve Martin can speak for all of us.(warning: You Tube)
At the very least he can speak for you and me… 
This is what I want assessed. The Producer part is just a hopeful addendum. Not that being good has any correlation on what gets picked to be made.
To lose this belly fat. I don’t care about the rest of it, but I’d like the roll at my waist GONE.
To magically wave away the several-thousand-dollar-debt the Other Shoe and I accummulated during our respective time unemployed, when we had zero income but still needed to, y’know, eat. That would be paradise unto itself: we could actually start planning for the future again, plans that evaporated the moment I walked into that damn HR conference room lo these many years ago…
Have my $80,000 in student loan debt paid off. This would be all I need - I’m a hard worker, I will do what it takes to get myself started in New York or London, I just can’t do it when I owe a huge amount of money every month just for loans.
In addition to that, I would love UK citizenship.
Enough solar panels, wind generators and micro-hydro turbines (and associated electronics paraphernalia) so that I could permanently move to my place on the river and live completely off the grid.
I’d settle for a nice table saw, though. Or maybe a lathe. Arc welder? Geez!
I would love to get my teeth fixed so they’re all nice and white and I’m able to chew on both sides 
Aww, I wish I was Santa and could give all of you what you really want!
…Let me look in here in this Big Box O’ Gifts…socks. slippers. gloves from the dollar store. Foil wrapped chocolates, mugs with funny sayings on the side… body butter! white gardenia body lotion and shower gel gift pak! … gift card for Walmart, $15 (thanks, bro!). Candles, candles, candles…cocktail napkins with a hiccupping Santa…a Snowbaby-like ornament…a Hallmark ornament, dated 1987. A can of mixed nuts. A box of candy canes. ooo, a tin of Danish butter cookies!..Two Snuggies, one leopard, one purple…a silver bracelet with the word ‘Dream’ etched on it…a set of drill bits from the dollar store…a hammer? …a festive Christmas dishtowel…more foil wrapped chocolates…*
Santa’s not exactly exerting himself this year, either. :mad:
(* all stuff we received last year, I swear. I know it, because this evening I found a list of presents we got last year that my daughter wrote down (for thank-you note purposes), in with the Christmas card list.)
The means to be a stay at home mom, a more compatible partner (or make the guy I have into Mr. Wonderful) and since I lost my sister, a female friend who I feel close to like a sister.
One week without pain. What the hell. Two weeks.
A hubby? Other than a couple hundred thousand bucks, I can’t think of anything that would really be THE gift other than finally finding “the one”.
I’d like for my numbers to come up on the Powerball. And no one else has them.
A job.
A real friend.
Yeah, that sounds like Christmas, all right.