When we were young we really didn’t write Christmas lists, because in a family with 5 hyperactive children and a mother harassed with the task of cooking and organizing a Christmas party, we were taught to just accept whatever Santa’d give us, because “Santa is a very very busy person and can’t walk around looking for specific things in your lists! Plus he probably has to cook and organize a Christmas dinner! @^{#~^@##[# !!!”
Since I’ve been in France, for the past 3 Christmases, Julien has asked me for my Christmas list. And my list has been the same, every year.
Kala’s Christmas List 2005:
1. Dog (any colour, preferably labrador)
2. Cat (any colour, preferably with stripes)
Julien confronted me about my list this year, exasperated, saying that if I really wanted a pet I should just go ahead and get one and not give a damn about his opinion.
And I suppose I could. Except that it would mean that I would have sole responsibility over Dali (the future name of my dog… as in Labrador Dali) or Euclid (the future name of my cat and current name of my imaginary one). And what if I’d like to not take my dog out for a walk? What if I’m feeling lazy? Hmm? Would it mean that Julien would just sit there and continue what he’s doing, because it’s my dog?
There should be equal rights!
The problem I have is that I don’t have a garden, and we live on the first floor. If I had a dog, I’d have to change from my pajamas to socially-acceptable clothes to bring him out to pee. And if I had a cat, I couldn’t just toss him out the window, regardless of their amazing ability to land on four legs (proven by numerous experiments).
This leads, of course, to my immaturity, and my fear of responsibility.
So I decided that the only way to get what I want is by changing strategy.
Kala’s Christmas List 2005:
1. House (with GARDEN!!!)
And maybe, just maybe, he’ll get me a dog this year.
