Discovering the Relevance of Words
One of the earliest things I can remember writing is a Christmas list.
More than just a list of toys and games I might want to receive the coming December 25th, this list was an advertisement aimed at both the omnipresent Santa Claus and at the parents I even then suspected were behind the myth. It was supposed to make me seem sympathetic and prove beyond doubt that I belonged on the ‘Good’ list. It was a list of things it seemed like a good kid would want, liberally sprinkled with the stuff my twisted young brain really desired. For every baseball glove on the list there was a Venus fly trap. For every board game I asked for on the list was a request for an ant farm, in which I believed I could raise fire ants, or a fish tank. You know, for piranha.
In other words, 10 year old me had a plan.
Now, I don’t know what to tell my relatives when they ask what I might like for Christmas. I know the things I wish I had, but unfortunately these things cannot be bought at the local Walmart. Not even the Supercenter.
For example, If I could ask Santa for things now, one of those things would be ambition. I’d like to actually want to achieve things, instead of feeling like I should want to. Can you wrap that up and put it under the tree?
How about self-discipline? No? A faster metabolism?
How about a feeling of satisfaction? Can a list, hastily scrawled in crayon and placed under a small glass of milk and plate of stale sugar cookies insure me a sense of satisfaction with my self and my life?
Then I could use some t shirts, I guess.
And some socks.
What’s on your Christmas list this year?