Dear Santa,

The holidays are upon us, and my duty as a child is to work out a wish-list, cause that is the perfect thing for me and my life, more stuff to do, wear and look at. I have worked out a small list of items, one recent addition I have no URL for, but just imagine a tiny little bear that fits in the palm of your hand* (not a toy, it must be a live creature. Teeth or claws are OK, just as long as they are very, very small, cause when little tiny creatures bite and try to defend their sweet little lives, I can't help but giggle). Other items include, but are not limited to, the real reason I go to London, something to help me keep my iPod slightly more alive (I dropped it again, today) than Yasser Arafat (huzzah!), and last but not least, who could live their life without a Neiman Marcus Zeppelin. All the kids at school have Zeppelins, and well, I am feeling a little left out.

Ok, my real list is really just made up of books and magazine subscriptions, but don't tell anyone.

*You think I joke? This information is so public it's true.