Kayteejay46’s Weblog

I am a bit of a Scrooge when it comes to Christmas, Bah humbug and all that stuff. However, when I went to the Christmas carols the other night, the carol singing bought a few tears to the eyes as I remembered my children being tiny and opening presents under the tree…but I won’t get all sentimental on you. I work with small children, so Christmas has been a focal point for weeks. We have been deluged with glitz and baubles in the shops for months, so most of us are just a tiny bit over it, BUT, I will just have to admit that although I am a bit of cynic about Christmas, I do love presents. Which brings me to my list Santa (did you also realise that Santa is an anagram of Satan. Funny that)

MY LIST FOR SANTA

1. Enough cash to go to the dentist and have ALL of my teeth fixed: straightened, whitened and filled. Ouch.

2. A pedicure, manicure and a hot rock massage. In fact, a two day spa treatment would be divine: all cosmic music, tinkling fountains and general nurturing treatments…mmm

3. A house of my own: small, bohemian and funky with a leafy garden, or a spacious and  spartan,  apartment in the centre of a city, or a windswept cottage overlooking a deserted beach (with native bush behind) All with a good cafe nearby that does a stunning latte.

4. A trip to see Europe – Italy (particulary Venice before it sinks) Greece and France of course. As well as everywhere, and plenty of money to stay in glamorous hotels and to eat wonderful food. And to stay for ages, and not go on coaches with loud people (all couples)  wearing polyester. I want to touch the sun warmed stone which has been around for centuries and breath in history.

5.  A brand new metabolism which turns all food into energy so I can eat eggs benedict, French toast, chocolate and pastries till the cows come home, and not get fat.

6. Plastic surgery to firm my sagging jawline.

7. And, perhaps a man. One who has a nice firm body, good looking, good personality, good humoured, intelligent, no nasty baggage, rich, cultured, passionate and faithful. Now I am merging into the realm of myth and complete fantasy. No, perhaps a nice bloke who doesn’t smell bad, isn’t fixated on ball sports, can talk about books and is funny would be nice to go out to dinner with.

Ok Santa, the list is out there. Up to you now.  In all honesty, any little suprise under the synthetic Douglas fir tree will be fine. Its the thought that counts. Happy Christmas everyone.