My Christmas Wish List
I’ve always wanted that rubber shoe for Christmas. Jordan and I have already made our wish lists, and that sure is my number one. Ever since I set my eyes on that shoe last September, I knew, and I felt, that that shoe will be mine.
It’s a simple mid-cut rubber shoe, with a color line of powder blue and white. It’s a rubber shoe designed for running, and trekking, which I do believe will work best for me, too. Running and chasing children is much similar to running. Climbing up the mountains of toys, and pile of clothes the children messed up is much like trekking, too. I want that shoe, I need that shoe. I will get that shoe for Christmas.
I never had such affinity for an object I have no ownership yet. This is the first time that I really wanted something so badly. I tried out fitting the shoe last week, and I felt like I was Cinderella fitting the glass slipper. I saw Jordan, his eyes hiding under his cheeks, brightly smiling at me. ‘You really want that do you, honey?’ He asked. I couldn’t help but say yes, and gave him a nod, much like a child who wants candy so bad.
Whenever we’re buying groceries, or just plain window shopping, I’d always ask Jordan to walk with me to the shoe salon, so I can take a look at the shoe. Week in, week out, it sits there, waiting for me to buy the pair.
Last week, though, when I asked Jordan to accompany me to the shoe store, I felt something wrong. I did not see the pair of shoes I’ve been eyeing for almost two months already. Someone has robbed me of my hope this Christmas.
Being the nosy woman I’ve always been, I asked one of the sales persons there. Someone has bought the pair already, and had it wrapped in a Christmas wrapper. Hmmm, I get the idea. I’m not really hoping, but I believe I know who bought that pair. And I have thirty days left to find out.
Monday, December 15th, 2008