well said...

My children each year ask me the same question.

After thinking about it, I decided I'd give them my real answer:
What do I want for Christmas?

I want you.

I want you to keep coming around.

I want you to bring your kids around.

I want you to ask me questions, ask my advice, tell me your problems, ask for my opinion, ask for my help.

I want you to come over and rant about your problems, rant about life, whatever.

Tell me about your job, your worries.

I want you to continue sharing your life with me.

Come over and laugh with me, or laugh at me; I don't care.

Hearing you laugh is music to me.

I spent the better part of my life raising you the best way I knew how. I'm not bragging, but I did a pretty darn good job.

Now, give me time to sit back and admire my work. I'm pretty proud of it.

Raid my refrigerator, help yourself, I really don't mind. In fact, I wouldn't want it any other way.

I want you to spend your money making a better life for you and your family.

I have the things I need. I want to see you happy and healthy.

When you ask me what I want for Christmas, I say "nothing" because you've already been giving me my gift all year.

I want you.