When I was five years old, I received a Molly Doll from Santa Claus. She was my favorite character on the children's television show The Big, Comfy Couch. I still own her to this day.

When I was nine years old, the number one item on my Christmas list was a Bridal magazine. I had become so entranced by brical gowns for some reason that year. I wasn't necessarily planning my wedding but I sure knew the style of dress that I would wear.

When I was twelve years old, my parents surprised me with a trip to Disneyland. We left Christmas day. It started raining the moment that we entered the park and most of the rides were shut down for the few days that we were there but that didn't prohibit us from enjoying the magic that only that park can seem to provide.

When I was fourteen years old, my mother decided to give me something that I had never even asked for. It was a television miniseries called Into the West. We had watched it in my 8th Grade U.S. History class and I had fallen completely in love with it. Apparently I raved about it so much that my mother decided that I should own it. That gift produced the largest reaction from me out of anything else that I have ever received up to this point. I quite literally screamed.

The older I got, the harder it was for me to decide what I wanted for Christmas. I suppose it has to do with the fact that we start craving gifts that will last instead of gifts that will only provide momentary pleasure or satisfaction. I now find myself wanting moments and relationships and time; some things that could never happen and others that could if I only had the motivation to do them.

The one item that has been at the top of my Christmas list for years now is not money or makeup or marriage or anything that I would own for years and never use. It is to attend a formal Christmas party. It's weird, I know. Out of all the things that I could possibly want...my number one Christmas wish is to go to a party. Perhaps it has to do with the want to be social and be near people during the holiday season. Honestly, what else feels more like Christmas than gethering with friends and family, eating delicious food, playing stupid games, and making hearty conversation? Besides, who doesn't enjoy getting made up and looking fancy every once in a while? A combination of the two sounds absolutely heavenly to me and I have no idea as to why. The experience in and of itself seems like it would be a Christmas dream come true.

Everyone has their own Christmas wish. This just so happens to be mine and I whole-heartedly hope that it happens one day.