I only have three things on my Christmas list: H&M and Bath & Body Works gift cards and a Kendrick Lamar sweatshirt. When I was young, my list was a little longer. I had toys, books, candy, dolls, etc. I wasn’t materialistic. The length only ranged 10-15 items. Back when I was younger, my mom and dad told me that I was the easiest to shop for since my list was so small and inexpensive. I was an old soul. I desired things that could not be held, and I knew things about the universe that no one else seemed to see. I held everything already. Why would I ask for more? Of course, no one would understand an odd person like me. I’m not like everyone else. And I’m not better or lesser than anyone else. I just see and feel thing differently. So, the idea of having a long Christmas gift doesn’t matter to me. I’d rather spend time with my family, drink hot chocolate, stay cuddled up in warm blankets while I watch the snow fall, decorate my house in silver lights, build snow forts, have snow ball fights, go sledding, etc. Christmas, for me, is a time of togetherness. I long for deep and meaningful things. I’d rather spend my days locked up in snow, talking to the people I love, rather than lavish in $1000-dollar food and jewelries and the like. I’d rather receive a flower of symbolic value than get everything I want. I look for the little things. The smell of pine, the warmth of the oven, the stickiness of Christmas cookie batter. All these things, and more, are my true Christmas list. And I couldn’t imagine anything better.