What if I told the truth when people asked me what I wanted for Christmas? Would people be shocked if I revealed my true desires, or would they just think I was rude — or worse, joking?
Riding in a hot air balloon has been on my bucket list for a while not, but as requests for my ‘christmas list’ fill my inbox from mom, grandma, mother-in-law, and sister, I find myself wanting to tell people that I’d like a hot air balloon.
Not as a ride, per say, but as a mode of daily transportation.
Something to sit in my garage, next to my car, and ready for me to fire up (literally) whenever I’m craving some scenery and adventure. How lovely does that sound? Should I be honest about my wishes? What would you ask for if cost weren’t an issue?
Aside from daydreaming about sailing over cornfields, mountain ranges, lakes and oceans, I’ve been getting into the holiday spirit by shopping for others and getting our Christmas cards ready to go. Little Kinzie got a sweater as an early gift:
Jon’s mom sent us this sweet ornament for St. Nick’s:
We bought ourselves Ticket to Ride, and then had friends over for a game night:
And, best of all, I convinced Jon to leave work and have lunch with me at The Depot. I was craving fish tacos and my sweetheart, and, well, we ended up getting to have a festive holiday lunch.
The Depot was decorated for Christmas, and when Jon started taking pictures of me in front of the tree, a nice man wandered over and asked if he could take pictures of both of us. UM.. Yes! Thank you! He took a couple and now I’m making one of them into our Christmas Card. Which do you like better?
Anyway, y’all, happy holidays, and remember: