Dear Santa…
I have been a very good girl this year – honest. Of course our definitions of good may vary slightly….but hey details, details. At the end of the day I’ve tried to be good – and that has to count for something right? (Someone, anyone, help me out here….)
So, my Christmas list.
This year it’s short, sweet, and simple. Yes, I want my family to be happy, healthy and safe. My kids to do well in whatever they choose. People to stop using each other as punching bags. Finally get my book published and yes I realise that might involve me finishing the damned thing first. The usual stuff you want by the time you get to my age.
But this year there are two things I’d really, really, really, really like just for myself.
1 – See Bruce Springsteen in concert. There was talk that he will make it down this way during next year’s tour, then it was announced that it wasn’t happening. And we’re still waiting for confirmation one way or the other. Please Santa – please – and if you think that sounds desperate now, wait till the tour begins up in the States, Santa my friend. Give a girl a break and bring him down for one more concert. I’d love to take my kids to see him, I’d love to see him with The Bear of my Heart. I’d like to hear Promised Land live - one more time.
2 – Interview Bruce Springsteen. Now, Santa, this is obviously related to Number 1, mostly because in order to interview the man I do need to be in the general vicinity and the most likely way for that to happen is for him to be appearing in concert. Logical yes? You see, Santa, I became a writer because of this guy. I wanted to do what he does for me - and Bruce fans the world over – I wanted to paint pictures in people’s heads with words. And from the time I’ve known I wanted to write, I’ve wanted to interview him. He’s 62, I’m 45 – let’s be honest, time is getting short….so Santa, please, I really could use some help here.
Santa there will be chocolate cookies and milk on the table come December 24 – I”m not above bribery. There will be happy children come the morning of December 25 - after all whatever age your kids are why you get up on Christmas Day. And whatever you do leave for me for the coming year, Santa old pal, I’ll smile and be happy.
That concert and that interview though….well they’d really be something you know….
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