The Little Things

All I want for Christmas is "my two front teeth." Although, I already have my two front teeth. I suppose it's not the actual teeth I want. The phrase comes from the refrain of one of my favorite childhood Christmas tunes. I fondly reminisce on sitting in the back of my grandmother's old white Buick, bouncing my legs to the music as I'm barely tall enough to look out the window. Back when the thought of teeth was enough to give me joy. I sit surrounded by things that I've accumulated over the years. Some of them were presents that I cherish, but few of them give me joy. I realize the true essence of "my two front teeth" is not that I receive everything that I want, but that I receive all that I need. That it is enough.