Christmas

When I was younger, I used to get sad when my dad spoke out against Christmas. He wasn't messed up about it, mind you; he still let us put up a tree and all, it's just that he kinda grumbled in the background. But as the years go by, I start agreeing more with my dad. Now, I won't be a Grinch with my family, but I'll try to keep things in perspective and out of the market society. Even so, I think this might just be my last Christmas list.
This year for christmas, I want:

1. My two front teeth
2. A Pagani Zonda R, or even the new Huayra would do.
3. A couple million dollars to pay for my tuition and such for the rest of my life.
4. A hippopotamus
5. Books! Books! especially John Steinbeck or Dr. Seuss.
6. A mandolin
7. A melodica
8. You
9. Running Shoes. and some motivation to go with them.
10. Wings, please? (to fly with. . . although chicken ones, especially in bbq sauce, don't sound so bad.)
11. Some peace in the world. . .=\
12. Jesus to come. That would be the ultimate thing.