Dear Santa,

As you may know, it is in fact Christmas Eve. This is a big night for you, as you, I'm sure, are well aware. I know I may be a little old to be asking things of you but I have a few requests.

First is good weather. Seattle is infamous for it's rainy days. But for Christmas I'd like a nice warm sunny day while I'm down here in LA. I know it's probably hard to deliver a sunny day down the chimney but maybe you could set it outside the biggest window so I can wake up with it shining in. That'd be great.

Second is good food. I'm serious. I want a damn good meal on Christmas. I know this might be hard with my vegetarian uncle preparing the meal but if you could just slip in something nice for me, that' be great.

Third is a good Pandora playlist. Seriously, with all this down time I need something to keep me going, and recently my Pandora hasn't been inspiring me. If you could like... fix that... That'd be great.

The other stuff on my list would be an Italian dictionary, a suitcase with wheels, the ability to beat my boyfriend at hanging with friends, a cure for acne, a cure for dry skin, matching socks, The Help, the cure for writer's block, a phone case, a tour book for Italy, a pair of skinny jeans that aren't too short and/or awkward, some carmex lipbalm, sun glasses, perfume, and unfaltering peace of mind.

Last year I tried to convince you I was good. This year I'm going to give you plenty of space to decide that. This Christmas I've already gotten more than I wanted or expected from the people I love and I hope they feel the same.

Thanks for listening Claus. I'm sleeping on the couch again so I guess I'll see you tonight.