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Amy Kingsley, staff writer: a winter coat

There are some things I’m just incapable of buying, and outerwear tops the list. Twenty-two years of living in central Texas rendered me pathologically unable to purchase proper winter clothing. Every year when the leaves start turning, I replenish my winter wardrobe with flimsy long-sleeved shirts and jackets. I’m also constitutionally opposed to cold weather (I keep the Winston-Salem bureau cozy like an incubator), meaning my moods rise and fall with the mercury. A good coat would help me weather the cold season, but I just don’t trust my own subtropical instincts.

Jessica Schell, marketing executive: Christmas wishes

Ah, What I want for Christmas…. I’m so busy that I haven’t given Christmas presents much thought. One gift I’d like is to be with my family. I want to drive eight hours in the snow, freeze, enjoy the fam and drive back safely. I would also like anything to decorate my plain house. I mean anything – tacky, cheap, horrid or expensive. I don’t care! Oh, and I need to throw in a beauty pageant answer: Peace on Earth. Of course!

Dave Roberts, mega-intern: the Aerogarden

Cooking enthusiasts like myself know that fresh-cut herbs have far more flavor than dried or store-bought ones. I don’t have the yardage or the time to grow my own, so I’m interested in this little gadget that grows herbs automatically and fits on the countertop. It’d be convenient, plus it’s kind of futuristic and cool. Oh, also some gainful employment would be nice.

Daniel Bayer, photography intern: sarcasm

What do I want for Christmas? Oh, the usual… world peace, an end to hunger, goodwill to all, blah, blah, blah. No, scratch that. I think I’ll be a selfish bastard and ask Santa for a new car, a wide-screen plasma TV, a fancy watch and lots of money. No, by golly, that’s not in the true spirit of the season, so maybe I’ll try to cure a little disabled orphan boy of a terrible disease. Ah, screw it, I think I’ll just get drunk and watch A Charlie Brown Christmas.

Brad McCauley, marketing executive: perversions

What I want for Christmas this year? Well it’s the same request I have made to Santa every year since I was 12: “Dear Santa I would like a new Ferrari, jet black, delivered to me by this year’s Playboy Playmate of the Year. That’s all. Thank you, Santa.”

Chris Lowrance, creative assistant: a TASER C2 (starting at $299)

With Greensboro’s recent jump in violent crime, all I want for Christmas is a Taser C2 with optional laser sight. Sure, the Taser X26C or M18L pack more features, like digital pulse control, but they’re also bulky and garish. The C2 – which Taser International has begun advertising in consumer mags like PC Magazine, right next to the iPods – is pure sex, with a sleek profile and your choice of four colors (including pink!). This isn’t your granny’s non-lethal electronic control device, however – it’s got a range of 15 feet, can penetrate two inches of clothing and can go for 50 uses without needing a new battery. I don’t care what Amnesty International says, that’s a lot of “Don’t Tase me, bro!” for your buck.

Rachel Garavito, operations manager: the stuff stolen from me

I’ve been pretty lucky in the gifts department so far in 2007, but that happens when you get engaged, hitched and knocked up in the same year. I’m pretty sure my friends and family are tired of giving me presents. The only thing left for me to ask for would be the Graco travel system, car seat and stroller in Clara, that was shipped to me in mid-November and some bastard stole off my front porch before I got home from work. I’d really like it back.

Jordan Green, news editor: liberation from consumer culture

My mom tried to strike a deal with me: no presents exchanged between her, my sister and me. I tried to remain noncommittal, but was eventually persuaded. Her reasoning was this: If we’re not already broke by the time we see each other we’ll feel better about spending money going to the movies and eating out together. It turns out to be a great relief. The time spent trying to find a gift someone will appreciate and determining whether you’re spending the appropriate amount of money is an unwelcome stress. I recognize that notwithstanding celluloid and cellulose I risk undermining a critical pillar of the US economy – that being consumer spending, alongside the housing and labor markets – but I’m afraid it’s not my cross to bear.

Brian Clarey, editor: warm fuzzies

Because I have three young children, I’ve long since conceded that Christmas is not really about me anymore, at least not when it comes to presents. So while they tear through mountains – mountains! – of gifts from their adoring fans, I’m content to sit in a room with my parents, who I don’t get to see very often, my sisters who live in opposite corners of the country, my aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents and just bask in the warm glow that hits when I’m surrounded by generations of people who kind of look like me.

Charles Womack, publisher: a visit from Hannah Montana

My wish is to figure out a way to have Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus make some form of personal gesture towards my daughter. Caroline, 10, begged for months before the concert in Greensboro and every day after for me to make it possible for her to meet her. It wasn’t good enough I got her and her friends the impossible tickets to the concert – she wanted front row, then backstage, then she wanted just to touch her hand. The tickets were all I could manage and she was very pleased, but I couldn’t help wishing I could find some way to make her dreams into reality. So for Christmas, if Billy Ray is reading this, pass it over to Miley and tell her to stop by our place and see my daughter Caroline. Caroline can’t understand why she wouldn’t stop by or give her a call. Cause as Caroline puts it, “Why wouldn’t she wanna hang with me? I’m her number-one fan.”

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