I wish for cold drinks in the esky on a hot day. For backyard cricket and a round of bocce. For steaks sizzling on the BBQ as my dad and husband discuss their next grand scheme.
For the kids to be splashing in the paddle pool while mum and I sip punch under an umbrella. For bowls of cold salad and warm crusty bread.
I wish for slow and easy. An afternoon nap, a phone call to the sweetest friend whom I just never seem to speak to enough. And we’ll laugh and smile and maybe even cry as she tells me all the things she and her boys have been up to.
I wish for a stroll at night to see the neighbourhood Christmas lights, then home again to snuggle up in our jamies with undoubtedly more chocolate to watch a Christmas movie.
I wish someone so special to me is brought the closure she needs as she grieves for a child that will never be born.
I wish all the joy and happiness to my sister who is spending her first Christmas with her new family.
And finally, as a military family who spent Jack’s first Christmas apart, I wish that the fighting would stop, so that all the troops and their families, who sacrifice so very much can be together at Christmas.
This is my Christmas wish list. More than any gift, these are the things I want for Christmas.