Wish List 2005

I never believed in Santa Claus. My parents were too damn practical and didn’t lead me on about him in the first place. Perhaps this is a wise decision, but somehow I feel… cheated. Cheated of my childhood. Cheated of Christmas.

We never had a real Christmas tree, too, nor Christmas stockings stuffed with sweets and treats. And I don’t remember us having a traditional noche buena such as ones I see on TV where families gather round the table laden with Christmas ham, queso de bola, fruitcake, and other sumptuous goodies. We don’t even exchange Christmas gifts anymore. For the past Christmases I was the only one up at Christmas midnight.

Oh sure, I did have my own share of fun on Christmas. I used to go from door to door singing off-key Christmas carols with my neighborhood playmates. And I got my share of gifts from godparents and older relatives and from manito-manita exchange gifts at school and Church Christmas parties. But still I craved the other traditions. And I swore that someday I would have them.

Well now I’m old and earning and have a chance to fulfil childhood hang ups. First on my list was the Christmas tree. While I was shopping for groceries in Waltermart, I saw a tiny Christmas tree for sale, so that was the first to go into my basket.

When I brought it to our apartment the females gushed while the males thought it was a waste. One even said sarcastically, “So, did this tree make you feel Christmasy?” Males just don’t understand sentiment, do they?

Next is the traditional noche buena, which can now be possible thanx to the traditional Christmas basket given to our company employees. We were given an email detailing all the contents of the basket and I was pleased to note all the elements in my childhood dream in it. They even have a sample of the “basket” on our new 10th floor lobby.

Aside from the food there was also a bagful of company products and a huge trolley travelling bag where everything would fit. The last item was what made me happiest, actually, because I was intending to buy a new travelling bag for my trip home since Gay wrecked my old one when she used it on one of her out-of-town trips. Now I don’t have to spend for one. Yippee.

Up next is my Santa wishing list, since I never got to make one as a child. But this one is a grown up wish list:

1.) badminton racket
2.) white gold earrings (I’m allergic to fancy ones so for years now my ears are jewelry-free)
3.) harry potter books (i don’t have any)
4.) cds of “friends” episodes
5.) digital camera
6.) dvd player
7.) laptop
8.) black formal high heeled open-toed sandals
9.) rubber shoes
10.) barbie doll (for sentimental purposes)

So Santa, if you’re reading this…you know what to give me. 🙂