No one has actually asked me, and those who have, are family members and friends whom I feel guilty sending on what - to them - might be feel like wild goose chases. Easiest to ask for stuff for the house (who doesn't love new towels?).
There are a handful of items that I really, really want, however:
Miss Lupescu, Banana Peel in a Graveyard, or The Owens' Tomb perfume oil blends from the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. Yes, all inspired by Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book.
A Tolkien Society membership. Yes, really. Can you believe I'm not a member? At first it was because teenage-me couldn't afford it. Now I'm not sure what the excuse is. It's about time! I've got tickets for The Hobbit tomorrow. No spoilers in the comments, please!
Lush stuff, such as a Space Girl bath bomb and Big Shampoo. I'm not much of a bath person, but I love the feel and the smell of (most) Lush products.
Mugs and coffee from TimPeaks, which was (sort-of) started by Tim Burgess of the Charlatans.
A subscription to the Sunday New York Times. This is also a money thing. Hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars for delivery to Montreal. Couldn't they arrange with a local printer and cut down on costs?
Especially as the editing is going rather slowly (in this, the last week of #ROW80). Why is drafting so easy, and full of such frenzy, and editing such a slog? All of our accountability groups and NaNo-type drives seem to relate to writing. And NaNoEdMo is not until March. I suppose I could use the holidays as an excuse and do nothing but read (and knit, and eat, and sleep in, and so on). I feel guilty somehow.
One gift that I wanted I got for myself, as it was on sale - about 5$!
How do you manage to stay focused? Unless you have holiday plans, of course!