That time of year…

This is the time of year when our family starts to plan for the holiday’s. My parents are very intent each year on being given a list from each of us that specifies exactly what we want or need for Christmas. As much as I love being able to ask for very specific things and know that I will get them I always feel weird. I never know if I am asking for too much or too little. There is a part of me that would rather hint about vague things like a “metal detectors sale” or a certain golf store and leave the door open for them to decide what to buy. I think each of us likes that wonder that accompanies waking up on Christmas morning and guessing what is under the tree. I always know what is under the tree because it is exactly what I wrote down on my list and nothing more or less.