It’s the time of year when the family is asking what I want for Christmas, and I’ve cooperated this year by having a few simple wants on my list. But when I really, really think of what I want, aside from World Peace, I’m acutely aware that I have basically everything I could possibly need and most of what I want.
The gifts I treasure most, though, are not things, but the people in my life who make a difference.
Parents who gave me a good education and lots of love, even when I didn’t deserve it.
A husband who notices when the gas tank is low and fills it up, especially if it’s raining or freezing, and warms my backside on a cold night.
Daughters who want to know how to cook some of my favorite recipes, even if they’re full of fat and sugar.
Daughters who know that going to a live performance of “Wicked” or having food prepared for me is infinitely more exciting than more stuff.
A son who never forgets to take out the trash on garbage night, helps clear the table when we have guests, and gives me a hug and a nuzzle when he gets home from work.
A brother who shares my interest in books and always has time for me.
A sister who lavishes me with love and special treats.
Nieces and nephews who stay in touch and even drop in for a visit sometimes, always being patient with my stories of the old days.
Son’s in Law who carry on conversations with me as if I have some sense and make me laugh until I hurt, and who love my daughters as much as I do.
In Laws who are thoughtful and fun to be around.
Lots of “cuddin’s” who are also friends.
A friend who calls regularly to say, “What’s goin’ on?” and listens and cares when I tell her.
Friends who include me in things, even if it’s been a long time since I’ve reciprocated their invitations.
Friends who trust me with their secrets, even though I’m notorious for flubbing up and letting them out of the bag.
A friend who remembers selling lemonade, smooshing buttercups on noses, catching fireflies and putting on plays in the front yard.
An aunt who has known me since birth, and remembers it.
A guy at Amazon.com who never makes a mistake and always delivers on time.
A paperboy who rarely misses the driveway.
A guy friend who marvels at how I keep looking young…even if I don’t!
Women who are willing to read books and share their thoughts on them with me and affirm my opinions when they are right and challenge them when they’re wrong…all in the nicest possible way.
Neighbors who share their “helper” list with me.
Old friends who reconnected on Facebook and comment or send me cybertreats or funny forwards occasionally.
Medical professionals far and near, especially a wonderful orthopedist and chiropractor who gave me the gift of mobility…whether I wanted it or not.
Someone who cuts my hair consistently and makes me feel more attractive after.
People, apparently from some far away places, who read my posts
A dog who loves me and kind of minds me…especially if treats are involved.
Grandsons who like to sing and play games or discuss life in general with me and sometimes ask if they can live with me.
A granddaughter who loves to play with my old Ginny and Madame Alexander dolls as much as I did at her age and still snuggles up when we watch a movie or read.
A tiny baby boy, hovering on a cloud somewhere, waiting for just the right time to enter my world and confirm once more that life is really, really good.