Dear God and Santa,

I need a big, giant  playpen, like a loft, or maybe a suite. One room with a mirrored wall, a wood floor, and ballet bar - a movement studio. Then, a writing room that's filled with The Project - piles of paper,  progressions, white board yabbering, tables, a counter, cork boards, books. Thirdly,  a music room for focusing and listening and closing your eyes, with enough room for chair dancing and fake playing drums.

Areas all close enough for cross-pollination. Separate enough to focus. 

God, Santa, I feel I would thrive in this habitat. 

Sincerely, your humble primate, k.m.c.

(which reminds me, having something to hang upside-down from would be nice, too )