If you follow the site, you know that I’m Jewish and Candy is Agnostic Badass but it’s Christmas season here, there, and everywhere, and Hachette’s Forever Romance wants to make sure you have a whopping pile of books to read this holiday season. It’s still Hanukkah, it’s nearly Christmas, and there’s ample time to read, right?
So let’s get going with a Holy Big Honking Ample Prize offering. Leave a comment between right this minute, describing one thing you’d really like, esoteric or literal, this holiday season, and I’ll draw one random winner from the group. Comments close at midnight EST on Christmas Eve, 24 December, just as Santa fires up the Hybrid Sleigh to deliver all Hofftastic Holiday posters you ordered for Christmas Day.
If your comment is selected, you win…
How about no snow for a few weeks? Or a really nifty snow-melter thingy? Thanks! : )
I hope that all the family pets thrown together this Christmas get along.
Since I’m 21 weeks pregnant with baby 2 and I already know he’s a boy, I’d really like him to be a healthy, happy guy just like his big brother.
I would really like….to skip graduate school. Please? It’s a scary place where I have to write papers and do research. Don’t make me go there!
What would I like? A white Christmas. Not to be sick – to sleep through the night despite the damn huffy dog… but most? A job. That would be great.
Otherwise- how about a day with not tragic news?
And for something doable… cake. Haha. I haven’t had cake in a while and I love it. 😛
Happy Holidays, everyone!
I want the wind to die down. It’s roaring at my window and freezing everything solid.
And I want to know how your security system chooses its psychically appropriate word-number combinations.
Really fantastic New Year’s plans that live up to all the hype.
Yarn. Lots and lots of luscious yarn. My two passions/hobbies are reading and yarn so when I stopped buying books and yarn over a year ago to put money into a retirement fund (FAIL), I could keep up with the book addiction via the library. But there’s no place that loans yarn. So please, I would like some new, beautiful, lofty, luscious yarn.
… though a big ol bag of romance novels would go a LONG way to soothing the yarn pains 😉
ooh, definitely a weekend babysitter for some time alone with the husband for once in a million years.
Aside from the ever-elusive Peace on Earth, all I really want for Christmas is a job & the good night’s sleep that would come from being certain of being able to pay all my bills.
A big pile of books to enjoy would be excellent too.
I was going to say that I wanted a full time job that would let me buy a house. (Or at least win a lottery jackpot big enough that I could buy that house and live in it without having to worry that my sixteen-hour/week job doesn’t pay enough to live on- which is unlikely when one doesn’t play the lottery.) But then I read this:
And decided that sounded pretty good, too. But in my senario he’d have to sing to me also.
I want my daughter to have a good Christmas. She has ASD and the changes in routine and weird things (to her, at least) happening sometimes make her unhappy instead of happy.
I’d also accept chaps. JUST chaps.
I would love stress-free travel this holiday. I want optimal driving conditions, and kids and dogs who peacefully sleep the entire drive through.
I want a record player. I have a lot of vinyl that needs listening to.
I would like to know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that this pregnancy will continue to be free of complications and that the baby will be born healthy. I’d also settle for a definitive answer on the gender so I can fend off the bearers of pink.
I would like to find a sublet and a new job so I can live on my own.
I would like all of my ordered Christmas gifts to arrive by tomorrow. Otherwise, some of my family members are getting pictures of their gifts instead of the actual gift. 🙂
I want a job with normal hours (one where I don’t have to be there at 2 AM) OR one that pays enough for me to move out of my parent’s house.
I would like a personal bartender to arrive on my doorstep tomorrow, with a strong martini-shaking arm, an intimate knowledge of all things flaming and hot-buttered, and enough skills and booze to keep me and my Sweetie relatively numb till 2009, ‘cause it’s been that kind of year.
I want a handyman with a pickup truck to come work on my house for a day or twenty . My honey is disabled and there’s only so much duct tape and cussing will fix! And holy cow the amount of broken furniture and crapola that needs to be hauled away.
GIMME A MAN!!!
I would love to go on a vacation to somewhere with a warm beach and nothing I’d have to clean.
I’m in a very similar situation to Rachel R. who posted above—no fertility treatments yet, but also no baby after almost a year of trying. For Christmas, I’d love for us both to get what we’ve been hoping and praying for. I’d also love for my family (who don’t know what my husband and I have been going through) to stop asking when we’re going to have kids. It breaks my heart a little more every time.
Hah, it seems several people want my well-behaved dog. but when I get her, you can’t have her! Apparently she’s half Border Collie, half Labrador, but I think we were lied to: she’s actually half perpetual-motion machine and half waste-disposal unit.
Actually, even more than behaving nicely, I’d like her to get on with my cats, and stop trying to pin them down and lick them all over. I’d like my older cat to get on with my younger cats. I’d like my younger cats to stop losing their damn collars because they’re black so they need something reflective, and ID tags aren’t cheap. And I’d quite like my previous kitten to not have been run over last year.
But if I can’t have any of that, I’d like Richard Armitage instead.
I would like it if I could get my mom’s house so clean it sparkles while I’m home. Baring that, I’d take getting one room up to ‘able to be shown to non-family’ which is still pretty much wishful thinking. For now, I’m going to go wash two small dogs and a cat, and figure out how to wash the big dog while running the dishwasher and as many loads of laundry as I can find. Ah, Christmas.
What I’d really like is to be with my sweetie this xmas. *sigh* I live in PDX, and he lives in Walla Walla, and I was supposed to travel up there with some friends on Saturday to spend the holidays with him and his family, but the blizzard has kinda destroyed that plan.
For my in-laws to remember that we are there to celebrate Christmas with them and it’s not another business meeting.
Agreed, but with Canada!
that’s a honkin’ lotta books!!
ESP so I can figure out what’s going through my older child’s brain these days. And she’s only a tween. Oh, my, it’s going to be an interesting next few years. I’ll need those books for “la la la I can’t hear you whining and yelling at me” time.
Currently, I’m loving the snow. It doesn’t snow often here, but we’ve had a week of steady snowfall and it’s turned my already pretty city into a scene from a snowglobe.
Mostly, though, I love having the family all together and eating turkey. It’s nice when your divorced parents are friends and not bitter enemies.
I would like a new bookcase.
One thing I’d like, other than world peace and a pony?
To be “accidently” snowed in at the lovely hotel my husband and I have booked. “Oh noes! We will have to spend a third night in the jacuzzi suite, I can’t go back to work, the whole city is shut down! Such a shame! More hot water, plz!”
I want my mom to finally move into her new house because she’s going insane with the renovations and her cats hate being stuck indoors while they’re living in town and are getting sick and anxious.
I’d just like a couple of days off with no work, no visitors, and no chores to do so that I can immerse myself in my book world. But I’m not going to get it for Christmas. Maybe for New Years…
I’d like a new sheep shears. WTF, you say? They’re like $300+ and mine works but gets insanely hot really fast (motor’s on the way out)…which is ok when I’m shearing and its 10 below zero but when it’s like 50 degrees I have to wear mittens and I look like a dork (more so than usual).
I want my friend, Lucia, to be healthy. She was treated for uterine cancer earlier this year. Her checkup last week was not good news. Stay strong my friend.
I want people to stop coming into my retail computer store and yelling at me because “the guy who engineered this fucking keyboard should be fucking fired cause I have fat fingers and they won’t fit on the fucking keys cause your fucking engineers keep making the fucking keys smaller and smaller and you should fucking do something about it fuckidy fuck fuck fucking fat fingers!”
If they could just realize that I, as a lowly concierge clerk, have no contact with said keyboard engineers, and that a letter of complaint to corporate would mean more from him than me. Or if they would listen when I tell them the keys are no smaller than any other keyboard, and every keyboard takes getting used to. Or if they stop venting their weight issues on a slightly chubby 23-year-old girl who works 12 hour days and deals with jerks like him all bleeding day.
…I guess that could fall under the “Peace on Earth” category. I’ll settle for “Peace in Retail.”
And I want a pony.
I want peace and good will to all. And if I win this, I’m so buying lottery tickets!
New wineglasses and a bottle or two of really nice red wine to go with them. I could combine the wine with the cheese in the fridge, a good book and the cosy sofa.