When I was a young booger factory I would count the days till Christmas. So excited was I to open my gifts especially the ones I had begged, annoyed, and threatened my mother to buy me. This year will mark the last time I will be on the receiving end of the gift giving tradition as next year will be Jagger’s first Christmas, putting me in my mother’s shoes. If Jagger is anything as good as me in the tactics of gift lobbying, then I am in for a lot of holiday insanity where parents line up right before the crack of dawn in cold, empty parking lots, preparing to bull-charge their way to grab the season’s hottest thingamajig for their child. 

So as my last hurrah before I join the other side, I thought it would only be fitting that I beg, annoy, and threaten for what I want this year. And all I want is the healthy birth of our son and Oreo’s restored health. That’s it. What’s your Christmas wish?