I wish it would snow.
I wish Gary would let me put up a Christmas tree.
I wish we actually had room for a Christmas tree.
I wish I wasn't so rational and understanding and willing to make this Christmas tree related compromise.
I wish playing Rock Band didn't give me so much wrist pain.
I wish I could curl up between the words on the pages of the book I'm currently reading, swathed in woolens and flannels and dusty lace. I wish I was damp to the bone, toes clutching a hot water bottle. I wish I could steep tea properly and owned a cameo brooch. I wish I lived in a faux-Victorian London fairyland.
I wish Colin Firth was there, too.
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