My youngest brother asked me the other day what I wanted for my birthday/christmas. I told him the answer was nothing or at least anything that money could buy. 

When I got off the phone I told my husband about the exchange and asked if that’s a man thing; to ask what you want rather than pick something out. 

He responded, “it does make it easier. If you tell me what you want I will get it.”

I was frustrated. I thought, “why should I have to tell you? You don’t tell me. I watch you all year. I figure out what you have or don’t, think about what you’ve commented on or think about something that will go with your interests.” 

I was still thinking about the conversation the next day as I wrapped Christmas presents last night. 

Then, I talked to a friend who commented that she did not have anyone to buy her a gift this year.

It occurred to me that I might be okay to have someone who needs to be told your wants rather than without anyone at all. After all, our loved ones aren’t mind readers.

So, for day 19 of my Christmas sweater countdown, I picked this shirt. “I don’t need Santa. I already sit on a bearded ma’s lap and tell him what I want.”

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