Me, I’m asking for a girlfriend and world peace.
Oh, and about a pound of plutonium.
Nothing. I don’t do xmas.
But I already got a cheese log from somebody who knows I don’t like presents, my pesky younger sister. Brat.
Lungs that aren’t full of goo.
I want a Kuhn Rikon pressure cooker. I’ve been watching Jacques Pepin, who says they’re ideal for making stew and soup after work in record time. I usually only have time to quickly grill a piece of chicken or something after work, and I’m sick of it. Jacques has sold me - now to ask Santa to get moving on this.
Santa, that beautiful redheaded vixen with the great ass, already gave me my wool field jacket and a Happy Hacking Lite II keyboard.
Thanks honey.
Man, I’m getting boring. I’d just really like one of those laser rangefinders for my golfing.
No more surprises that cost me money (TV died; co-payment for physical therapy; installment payments for new glasses; recent trip to urgent care and meds).
Since I’ve been unemployed, except for a few temp jobs, since July, I’m asking the big guy for a job.
I honestly don’t know what I would want for Christmas that I haven’t already bought or not bought specifically so Mrs. Small would be able to get me a present she knows I would like. I asked my sister for a cd and my other sister for a dvd.
I guess - because Santa has the cash onhand for this, I’m sure - I’d like to have a Xbox 360 and Gears of War. I thought the game looked lame at first, when I saw it in commercials. I stayed with some friends that had it for a week, thought nothing of it until the next to last day. It was 5 am and I was extremely bored and it was the only game I could find. Turns out, it’s addicting…
Brendon
I was gonna ask for my dream woman, like every year, but that got trite. So I asked for a 43 year old menopausal divorcée who loves cats and big band music and owns her own house.
Well, I had an unpleasant surprise tonight. The gal that I’ve been eyeing – a dear, close friend – showed up holding hands with this jackass of a guy.
Mind you, that’s not merely my evaluation. In our circle of friends, we pretty much all recognize that this fella is a questionable character. At least one of my female friends said that she would never date this guy in a million years.
So now, I want to ask Santa for wisdom on whether I should let this woman know of my (admittedly tentative) feelings for her. Nuts.
Got everything I can use- I’ll just get a book- and a case of beer 
From Drabble:
Norman: What do you want for Christmas, Wendy?
Wendy: Good health, world peace, and a date with [hunk of the moment].
Norman, at mall: Boy, she sure is hard to shop for!
Same thing I ask him for every year and never get: A Höfner Paul McCartney Beatle bass in blue.
I know there’s one out there, but I guess the reason I’m not getting it is because in some ways, I have been bad this year, so this will give me an incentive to strive to be an even better boy next year.
Not to mention it would be a hell of an anti-climax!
Quas
Damn – 9 years too old and I’m never-married, not divorced. So close, and yet so far. 
I got you beat. I’m one year too young, not divorced (but things may be headed that way - long story), I have 2 cats and if I’m lucky, I’ll get to keep the house.
And I was gonna ask for a pony. 
Ambition! A driving force to push me into completing the three VERY LARGE goals I have set for myself for 2007.
Lots of eye candy. Maybe the local firehouse could start doing drills at our office.
Oh, and world peace and all that.
You’re not thinking big enough. I’m asking for two girlfriends, universe peace, a boyfriend, an airplane with a really hot pilot, a cyborg bodyguard, a phased plasma rifle in the 40 watt range, a private continent and a ham sandwich.
Honey, have I been searching for you*…(insert come-hither winking smilie here)*
A Santa like black rabbit’s would be just fine with me- she doesn’t have to be redheaded but certainly can be!