
So, those have been the rules ever since I could understand the concept of a "rule" - also, coincidentally, my parents informed me of this rule when they found me test driving my dad's new hatchet ... against our back door. (it was a good hatchet!)... (but i was a bad girl)... No gifts from Santa for me.

That was the year that I learned about the 'shades of grey' (not the book - you just made the naughty list!)
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Think French Revolution |
Now I am older (just a little) and wiser (a lot.) I figure that Santa is, after all is said and done, still a man. And while naughty little girls are on shaky ground with the big man in red, I have absolute confidence that naughty big girls are on solid footing with the robust man in the fur-lined jacket.
So here goes, Santa. This is my Christmas Wish List - listed in order of preference.
1) BMW i8 -- Electric Car for the non-granola crowd.
2) Clive Owen -- or any protagonist from the Highlander series of books by Hannah Howell (so what! I like a little romantic escapism - deal with it!)
3) Slippers and a cuddle blanket -- it's getting cold outside.
4) World peace - (okay, maybe this should be first, but i did say that I fit firmly in the 'naughty' category AND I really love that car!)
Anyway, here's to being naughty from time to time and still getting a little something from Santa anyway. Everybody loves a rouge!