Someone asked me tonight what I would want Santa to leave under the tree for me, but I have no one thing I would request that a mythical man in a red suit might be able to deliver. What things I would ask are neither boxable nor giftable but by those who would grant them of themselves. So I will be content, or perhaps discontent as life requires, until such time as they manifest organically or I lay myself into the organic field.
Some gifts are spoiled by the asking and others, no words could ever properly request.