Christmas Feature: ‘All I Want For Christmas…’ Part 1!
December 13th, 2010 by Chloe
To get in the mood for the now-upon-us Christmas season, we thought we would bring you something a bit fun from some of our favourite chick lit authors. We asked lots of authors what THEY want for Christmas and here’s what they said…
Milly Johnson -
If you’d have asked me the question ‘what would I like for Christmas’ a couple of months ago, it would have been a very different answer to the one I’m going to give you now.
On my Santa list were 46” legs, a straight nose, Simon-Cowell-white teeth, a night out with George Clooney (or rather a ‘night in’) and a limitless Coutt’s bank account. Obviously those were just for Santa’s eyes, because he’s magic and can deliver. On the list for the family to choose from were some Guerlain perfume, Thortons chocs, Caramel Baileys, a stash of bubble bath and as many handbags as people cared to give me. No one buys bubble bath because its considered ‘too boring a present’ but please – family – it’s really what I want and this girl can never have enough of it. Don’t try and waver from the norm.
And that’s the clue to my list this year – ‘the norm’. Because, a few weeks ago my mum was rushed to hospital with a blood clot on her brain. And we thought we’d lost her. Can you fight back from something like that at 78 years old? Before I stamped on them, unbidden thoughts came to me of struggling through Christmas for the sake of the kids with one empty – and unfillable place – at the dinner table. Christmas would have been something to get over and done with, I wouldn’t have taken any joy in it. But, hey, she did fight back and she’s fit and fab again and gearing up to criticise me for not putting my sprouts on in early July, like she used to.
So, if you’re reading this Santa, just give me a normal bog-standard, no change, no surprises Christmas. Forget George and ultra-violet gnashers, just give me turkey and bubble bath and rubbish crackers and watching ‘A Wonderful Life’ under a big blanket with my boys and no empty spaces at my dinner table. You really couldn’t give me any more of a magical Christmas than that.
1. An agent - preferably one with Facebook friends containing employees of all the large publishing houses in the UK and/or the US.
2. Simon Baker (Patrick Jane from The Mentalist) naked and gift wrapped.
3. The 60 Minute Makeover team to come and give me a brand new bedroom. We’re talking peeling magnolia paint and rattan units here. Although it would have to involve animal print and not a hint of tartan or teal.
There are more but we’ll stop at three!!
Some really snuggly ‘loungewear’ from hush-uk.com - perfect for writing in but makes you feel less like a slob. And a bicyle as I’ve just discovered the Tarka Trail near us - stunning but flat! And some Laura Mercier creme brulee bubble bath. That’s it!
All I want for Christmas this year is a karaoke machine. It would fit perfectly in the corner of my office, nestled up against my desk. I’m not a singer – in fact, my husband not-so-subtly turns up the music when I start to croon – but in the daytime silence of my flat, I’ve no one to scare but me. And quite possibly my neighbours.
Not only could I hone my Bon Jovi repertoire (‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ is my old stand-by), but singing would be a great release for any pent-up frustration when the writing’s not going according to plan. Imagine belting out ‘November Rain’ or anything by Muse when you need to just let out the angst. And when things are going well, what better way to celebrate than to break into song? A little Lionel Ritchie or Kool and the Gang (I grew up in the eighties, can you tell?) and the good times would be rolling.
I’ve been a very good girl this year (wine consumption aside). So Santa, please bring me a karaoke machine. I promise not to sing until you’re safely out of earshot. Deal?
More coming tomorrow, thanks to all who have participated!







