"You want what!?!" my husband, uh I mean Santa, asked with stunned surprise. (You see, I'd never touched a sewing machine in my life!)
"A sewing machine. But don't worry, I won't be making your clothes or mine! Don't even ask me to hem up the pup's new rain slicker! Nope, I'll be making something like this . . . "
"Or even better . . . this!"
"With insides that look something like this!"
"Pages I've sewn together from random images, magazine pages, scrapbook paper, security envelopes and stuff. It's a new expression of recycling and I'm hooked!"
"I learned to do it all here!"
"Layers of stickers, journaling, photographs and more are being quickly added . . . making my ever fattening journal a visual feast for my eyes!"
Santa willingly obliged my odd request, as you can see, grateful that the girl on his knee hadn't suddenly become tame and domesticated after all.