It’s only Dec. 1, and already, the question has arrived ...

“What do you want for Christmas, Terri?”

I hear those words, and inevitably, my head begins to swim. What do I want for Christmas? The word, “Nothing,” usually floats out of my mouth without any thinking involved. Really ... I don’t need anything, and if I want something, I’ve probably already gone out and bought it ... short of that Mercedes convertible that dances in my head like a sugarplum of days gone by.