But then I realised that I don't really know how to do one of those collage posts (and I should really because Bonjour Blogger totally has a post on how to do collages, helpful blog that it is), nor is there anything really post-worthy that I would want. Books. Any books. Just get me some books, yeah?
As fortune would have it, I don't need to write a wish list. I can just show you this one;
When down visiting my Dad and his wife at the end of November, he presented me with a letter which he had found.
It was a letter I had written to Father Christmas. It has no date on it, although I could probably take a stab looking at the items on there. All Dad could tell me was that he knew I definitely didn't get anything that I'd put on this list for Christmas that year.
I did eventually end up with a couple of things on there, I think they were birthday presents, so goodness knows what happened this particular year. But luckily for me it is still here to share today.
For those who find it difficult to read my pencil scrawl, this is the letter in its entirety:
Dear Father Christmas,
This is what you may be able to bring me at Christmas [so polite and yet to the point!]
A pair of slippers
[starting sensibly you see, you don't go in with the big demands first]
The Penny swimming pool
Dream Dance Barbie
or, three wishes Sindy,
Paint me a picture Sindy
some boots, shoes, roller boots for Barbie,
and some clothes for Barbie,
A girls world head,
a shell suit,
a teenage mutant hero turtle t-shirt
a teenage mutant hero turtle glove puppet,
I have a feeling that this was a draft letter that I wrote out before writing a neat version to send off to Father Christmas.
There was one thing that I wanted more than anything on this list and I know a request was made on more than one Christmas list and birthday list over the years.
A Girl's World Head.
Oh how I dreamed that I would have that frankly weird head that I could slather make up on and backcomb it's horrible hair. I had a friend who always had the coolest toys - she had one of those Mr Frosty machines and she had a Sega Megadrive - and I would go round to her house and not so secretly covet it, but it was never meant to be.
Nor sadly was my request for a shell suit which was another long-standing wish list attendee. It does mean I have no hideous photos of me in the 90s wearing one though...
I did eventually end up with a Spirograph so, you know, don't feel too sorry for me.
Also, remember when they were called Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles instead of Ninja because they thought if they called it that we'd all turn violent from watching it? Fun times.