Bloggin' all over...: The Christmas List

Dear Santa,
I haven't done this in a while, as a matter of fact I don't think I ever did. Maybe once... but that's not the point. The point is that someone the other day pointed out that if I ask what I want, then I'll receive. I'm going to try this out now simply because I've been told I'm too humble or something like that.
OK, this is a hint to what I want. OK, I know... there's a lot going on here. I know you're thinking a beautiful spot on a not so crappy island, but don't worry, I gave up on that a long time ago.

I know you're looking at the house too. I wouldn't want that either. I have alot on my plate right now.

It's not the beautiful woman or the bikini. I can handle the woman part on my own and... bikinis aren't my thing.

OK, you're very close on the bicycle, but I know what you're thinking... "you already have one that's in good shape," but that's not what I meant. I was thinking something more along the lines of wheels... of the motorized kind, maybe super-sized. Yeah, like the vehicular nature.

Santa, I would like a car. Not access to the ones around me, my very own. I had one before. I took good care of it. Some people didn't agree that I did, but if I have my own, then I'll really have to take care of it. I need it. I want it. With all my heart and soul. It'd make like easier for me and everyone else I know. Everyone's got one. I don't ask for much, but it's gotta work, Santa. Here's what I mean, Santa.

Mmm.. OK yea, this is what I'm talkin' about. Some wheels ... to get around.
Not a showplace, not a new shiny vinyl or tiled floor. And certainly not the people in the background.
The car.
The BMW.
The OMG almost cooler than James Bond's Aston Martin Series.