When I was small Santa made fun of me. I wanted a typewriter. And on Christmas morning it seemed I had a typewriter under the tree! I unwrapped the gift and it was a typewriter box- just the box and nothing inside -no typewriter. Well, I cried. No, I think I threw a tantrum. Santa was a big jerk.

I just kinda thought Santa was the one thing that wouldn't make fun of your dreams. But my tantrum had already colored the day. As I recall my parents were unsympathetic.

Alas....My parents had the typewriter hidden - they (mistakenly) thought it would be a funny surprise to tease me, then give me the typewriter, ....but even then, there were times I could be quite humorless.

So much for asking for what I want....what I really want.