CHRISTMAS LISTS = SACRILEGE?
Okay, maybe sacrilege is a strong word. But making a Christmas list is an action taken by greedy, demanding, bratty little children who should chill out and learn how to be thankful for whatever they receive and stop stealing the joy/surprise and fun out of Christmas gifting practices. . . or at least, that’s what I was led to believe.
Now don’t you feel like a jerk for writing Christmas lists growing up? Or maybe you just think I’m insane, sheltered or plain old small-minded! Never fear! I don’t ACTUALLY think all this about you if you are a Christmas Lister. None of you are heretics in my book . . . and actually, my family probably doesn’t actually ascribe to the extreme views expressed above . . . not really. True, we were never allowed to write Christmas lists and we never believed in Santa, but that was more a symptom of my Family’s traditional, Christian, financially-strapped family-of-seven status! Just imagine if all five of your children made wish lists and included i-pods. Yeesh. I think I just got disoriented and saw money-signs.
You have to hand it to my parents. They never even had a sit-down-talk with us about this no-list-policy. . . it just slowly seeped its way into our family’s NO-NO list!
This year, however, I am doing the unthinkable. Paint me blue and call me Veruca Salt, because this year I am breaking all the rules and writing a “DADDY- I WANT THAT GOOSE!” list for “Santa”. 
I’m an adult, right? I’m forging my own way in the world! I’m at liberty to write whatever lists I want to whomever I wish. This year I am exercising those liberties . . . especially since few or no family members know about my blog!
Get ready, Santa!
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