I need a Christmas list, and you’re just the folks to make one up for me.
I’ve suggested to my family that now that we’re all adults and out on our own, we could skip the present-giving at Christmas, but that went over like a lead balloon. (I also suggested a white elephant, and was shouted down. Never try to have a rational discussion with your siblings six bottles of wine into Thanksgiving dinner. Or was it eight?)
For Christmas, since there are a gazillion of us in my family, we draw names, and can only buy a present for the person whose name we drew, and can spend a maximum of fifty dollars. No gift certificates, and no donations to charity. Great. I have to participate, because it makes them happy, they’re family, and I’m very fortunate to have them, so I want to make them happy even when they make me nuts.
Here’s the problem: I never make up a Christmas list, because I don’t want anything for Christmas. I am in that stage of adulthood where, when I want something, I either buy it for myself or (more likely) talk myself out of buying it because I don’t really need it. (Never go shopping with me; I will spend no money, but will talk you into buying everything you even look at, and you won’t realize it happened until we’re already out at the car trying to stow your forty bags of loot which you will only then realize are all yours, and none mine. )
I need a Christmas list, because in the absence of a Christmas list inevitably I either get soap from Bath & Body Works, towels (my dad’s favorite gift, heaven only knows why), or some aromatherapy crapola. I still have three bottles of soap to go before I am through last Christmas’s offering, and if there is a power outage, I have sufficient candles to light the entire metropolitan Los Angeles area. For a week.
So suggest to me items for my Christmas list. Since I don’t really want anything for Christmas, bonus points if the suggestions are wickedly subversive.