With Some Decorations Bought At Tiffany's

I had this elaborate scheme about the weekly gift guide I was going to write for the holidays, but lo and behold, it's freaking Christmas on Thursday. Instead, I'm just going to sum it up with a little help from the 20-Something Bloggers December Carnival Prompt found here. (Sidenote: The deadline? Totally December 21st. Procrastination FTW!) The goal is to make a wishlist of five items, one for each sense.

Five Things I Would Like That Are Also Completely Unattainable

Dear Santa,
This year for Christmas, there are a few things I have in mind. Thing is, you might have trouble getting them for me. But believe me when I say I've been a very good girl and I know you'll pull through.

Sound
I'd like a private concert with Wilco. Jeff Tweedy would look me straight in the eye whenever he sings the word "honey." Gah, I'm melting just imagining it. The playlist would include "Impossible Germany," "Hummingbird," "California Stars," and "I'm The Man Who Loves You." To which I would reply, "Yes, Jeff, I love you, too." Maybe Billy Bragg would come out for the encore and they'd do a few tracks from Mermaid Avenue.

Taste
Santa, remember when I waxed rhapsodic the pastries on Oahu? I'd like some more of those coconut half-moon pies. The crust was the right amount of flaky and buttery. The way the coconut-sugar filling sunk into your tastebuds was magical. MAGICAL, I tell you. The bakery was settled in a nook of Turtle Bay and while I'd be happy if you just brought me three dozen half-moon pies, I would also be satisfied if you took me along with you. I promise to share!

Touch
Cashmere or chocolate labrador puppy fur? What about a choco-lab puppy dressed in a cashmere puppy sweater? WHOA. I think I just blew my mind with the potential level of proshness. Man, J. Crew is soooo redonkulous.

Scent

Next, I think it would be swell if you brought me a baby to smell. Okay, I know that sounds a little odd, but hear me out. Have you ever really smelled a baby? A clean one, of course. Preferably post-bath, all wrapped up in a plush hooded towel.It's heavenly. And as I don't have any nieces or nephews or young cousins near by, all I need is a baby to smell for...oh....thirty minutes sounds reasonable.

Sight
I'll make this one easy. Santa, I need you to swing an encounter between John K. and I during Sundance in a month. If you do this, I will be the epitome of nice for the rest of my life. PINKY SWEAR.

Hugs,
Gretchen