The Dreaded Question

People keep asking me the Dreaded Question. If I answer wrong, it will sour friendships and family relationships. If I answer honestly, people think I'm trying to dodge my way out.

"What do you want for Christmas?"

I don't really want things. Not presents and trinkets and stuff.

I want friends full of wonder.

I want love that makes me smile at random moments.

I want adventure and exploration.

I want stillness and meditation.

I want hopes to hope, dreams to dream, a future to fight for.

But I already have all that.

*scratches head*

Can I have a Komodo dragon too?