With Christmas just around the corner, I wanted to take a moment to give everyone my Christmas wish list. Hey, you never know who reads this stuff.
"Hey, Bill, say hi to Melinda for me. Merry Christmas to you and to Warren Buffet."
Let's be honest here. I'm too old to believe in Santa Claus, but that does not mean that he does not exist. What do I mean by that? Allow me to explain.
There are a lot of people throughout the world who have enjoyed many of my stories. I receive e-mails every day from someone, somewhere.
I figure there are celebrities who secretly read my stories.
"Hi, Julia, I see you hiding behind those dark glasses. And Russell thanks for that bashing comment. You've been a busy man with three movies in 2007, one coming out in 2008 and another in 2009. You must be making the big bucks. Merry Christmas to you and your new bride.
Now, I'm not a rich man monetarily, but I am wealthy in other ways. I have my health and sanity (kind of), two beautiful children, and a loving wife, girlfriend, and mistress. I'm blessed.
There are those who have too much money and are in a quandary what to do with some of it. No, I don't want your money, per se. Yet, rather than giving it to the IRS and Uncle Sam, I certainly would appreciate your generous nature, 'tis the season. Please don't take me the wrong way; you will never see me with my hand out asking for charity. I am not that kind of guy, but I do like presents, gifts, tokens of your appreciation, and items that you would like me to have.
"Yeah, I heard that. Some guy out there said, Herpes."