After the hellacious year that was 2025—a year that felt like a group project where Blackfolk did all the work and still got blamed—we’re keeping our Christmas list modest. No diamond chains. No luxury SUVs. Just a few small, reasonable miracles that would restore our joy, our sanity, and maybe our blood pressure. Here goes.
1. Senator Jasmine Crockett (Yes, That Jasmine Crockett)
All we want is for Congresswoman Jasmine Crockett to level up into U.S. Senator Jasmine Crockett, preferably sooner rather than later. Watching her verbally body-check hypocrisy in hearings has been one of the few public joys Blackfolk have had, and we simply want more episodes per season. Consider this less a political request and more a mental health intervention.
2. A full class of elite student-athletes choosing HBCUs over PWIs
Imagine the shockwaves: Five-star recruits looking at the big, shiny PWIs and saying, “Nah, I’m good.” Nothing says healing like Black excellence choosing Black institutions on purpose. ESPN would be confused, boosters would be furious, and we would be thoroughly entertained.
3. One year without a viral video of anti-Black foolishness
Just one year. No Karens calling the police on Black kids breathing. No CEOs explaining racism like it’s a PowerPoint misunderstanding. Blackfolk don’t need perfection. We just want a break from having to explain our humanity to those who apparently have none.
4. Black dollars circulating like we’ve read the assignment
Like financial guru John Hope Bryant says, we want Black money to stop sprinting out of our communities like it’s late for a flight. A Christmas miracle would be us buying Black, hiring Black, and investing Black without needing a tragedy, boycott, or IG thread to motivate us. Imagine generational wealth fueled by discipline instead of vibes.
5. Black peace of mind (with free shipping)
This is the big one. We want peace—the kind that comes from not constantly bracing for the next policy rollback, court decision, or “both sides” take. Blackfolk want rest without guilt, joy without explanation, and laughter without the looming sense that something else is about to go left.
Final thought
None of these gifts come with a gift receipt, because we actually plan to keep them. After 2025, Blackfolk aren’t asking for miracles—we’re demanding alignment. Santa, if you’re listening, don’t overthink it. Just bring the list.
