The Christmas list.
There's the request for the Nerf Rhino-Fire Blaster, a twin-barreled, anti-aircraft gun right out of John Connor's post-apocalyptic arsenal guaranteed to lodge foam darts into places you'll only discover next April.
Or the desire for those little Monster High dollies of the night - sexed-up strumpets from Hooker High?
But pull away from the kids you know and take a look at what's on the Christmas lists that end up in mailboxes all over town, addressed to the North Pole.
The chief elf-in-charge of these letters is Sherry Johnson-Battle, and she's letting us look through some of the 500 letters that came from kids in the nation's capital this year.
More than half of them were adopted by companies or fellow elves to make sure wishes were filled.
Yes, they want Xboxes, iPhones and televisions. They provide very specific information for the make, model and color of the $100 sneakers they will outgrow in two weeks.