All I want for Christmas is a pink or yellow colander. Actually this is not true, I would rather prefer if people didn't give me kitchen supplies. I respect kitchen supplies, but they're somewhat unromantic.
The most romantic thing I can think of, at the moment, is being snowed in. If I was snowed in, though, I'd rather have a large cured hind leg of pork in the house.
Almost unrelatedly, don't you just love how xkcd crawls into your head, all? No? Just me then?