I want to argue with you. To learn if you play fair or foul. To trust in your nature and accept your faults. I want to decorate the whole place for Christmas, before you get home, so the wonder of it strikes you right where I love you best.
I want to buy simple but colorful decorations, get mad with plans, and tangled in ambition, only to have you rescue me with a well-timed Christmas movie and a great big pillow.
I want to force a Santa hat on everyone and make them take ridiculous photos.
I want to invite people for Christmas. Welcome them into the mayhem of too much attempt and not enough time. I want to show that your friends are my friends and leave them feeling like they got hugged for a really, really long time.