What I don't want

I don't want stress. I want silent nights and peace on earth.

I don't want to neglect the true meaning of the season, the birth of the Savior.

I don't want to feel rushed, pressured

I want time to sit back and enjoy the season.

I don't want last minute shopping; no Christmas Eve rush.

I want all my Christmas shopping to be done before December 15.

I don't want another hamburger press or vegetable steamer.

I don't want toilet water (cheap cologne).

I don't want reindeer on my rooftop.

I don't want a set of bedsheets.

I don't want another iron, miracle mop, or novelty socks.

I have all that.

I don't want a complicated gadget. I have a simple mentality.

I don't want something that takes two days to put together with nuts and bolts left over.

I don't want faulty Christmas lights that turn on and off when they take a notion.

I don't want another handcrafted chicken. Or a partridge in a pear tree

I don't need more knick knacks, although I like them.

I don't want a Christmas card from the funeral home or fund raiser.

I don't want strife in the household.

I don't want to emphasize tinsel, garland, sparkle.

I want to emphasize the Nativity. Noel, noel, born is the Kind of Israel.

I don't want bad weather.

I don't want ice, glaze, or slick highways on Christmas day.

I don't want a headache, a backache, or foot pain during the Yuletide.

Nor do I want added pounds, more wrinkles, more gray.

I do want fudge, divinity, chocolate covered peanuts, cheese balls, and pie.

I want socializing, Christmas parties, and fun.

I don't want to be alone, forgotten, at this wondrous time.

I want to experience the magic of Christmas with family and friends.

I don't want to look back on 2008 with sadness, heartache, or regrets.

I want my stocking filled with happiness and goodwill toward men.

Is that asking too much, Mr. Claus?

Now I ask you, is that asking too much?