I knew it. It was going to happen again. Last night, it did. My wife Raylene asked me that horrific question: “So I was talking to your mom last night. What do you want for Christmas?” As with every year, this year I have to come up with a list of things that I want for Christmas. I readily admit that I’m a difficult person to buy for. If I want something, I go and buy it. Pretty simple. I try to avoid buying anything after Thanksgiving so that I don’t pre-empt someone in my family from having a great idea stolen from them. Whenever I hear that question, my reaction is “I don’t need anything.” And that’s truthfully how I feel. Okay, you really want to know? I’d like a BMW 650 Cabriolet. And a helicopter. And underground parking in my office building, even though there is no underground parking. And if you think of it, get me the house that was in that movie with Jodi Foster. I really can’t think of anything I need for Christmas. Have lots of clothes, no need for more electronic junk, and definitely don’t buy me any DVDs. And CDs? Forget about it, I already have a 12 month build-up of CDs I have to listen to in the car. No, not music, but educational and self-development stuff. Investing know-how, that kind of thing. I am never in the car alone and NOT listening to some kind of learning CD or another. Ask Raylene, and she’ll tell you how annoying it is. Going into this Christmas season, I just feel blessed to have a great family, a fun business that serves me well, a wonderful team at the office that I can rely on, and a lot of good friends who I don’t spend enough time with. I can’t think of a lot to put on my Christmas list this year, but I’ll have to think of something so that my mother and my wife have something to get me. Just please, mom, not another pair of black socks. Some Christmas traditions are meant to be put out of their misery.]]>