I want to not wake up to an alarm.

I want to sip coffee on my porch while I watch woodland creatures.

I want to plow a field and drink barley water.

I want to tramp around a bog looking for wild edibles while my dog flushes game.

I want to wander in the woods after a snowfall, with the Milky Way above me and it’s so quiet I can hear the owls fly by.

I want the fireflies to be all the light I need.

I want an email to never find me.

That’s what I want for Christmas a.