The world hasn’t been very good this year. There have been bombings, and terror, and death, and destruction all around us. Many fear the end is near and that Christmas might not make it this year, or the next, or ever again for that matter.
I’ve been frightened for a long time now, and pretty much gave up the fight. Why buy insurance, the world is going to end. Why vote, the world is going to end. Why save, the world is going to end and no one will be using money then.
I’ve spent days, weeks, and months watching the documentaries on the pending doom. I’ve heard what the Bible says, what the Mayans believed, what Leonardo da’Vinci spent his life studying The scientists point to the alignment of the galaxy as a possible downfall to our world creating polar opposites, sun flares that can burn us up, increases of warmth to the surface of the earth creating melting, blah, blah, blah.
I scared myself into hiding and preparing for the end so much that I stopped living for today.
This morning I watched one of those old sappy Christmas movies and found myself hoping, praying that we will all wake up on December 22nd and have a good laugh. The world will still be here just as we left it.
Santa, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want anything for Christmas this year, but I must warn you that I want more than I deserve.
I want the miracle of miracles; peace on earth, goodwill to mankind.
I want to feel joy again. It’s been a long time but I still remember the excitement and the depth of enjoyment involved with that emotion. I want to feel joy again. The world needs to feel joy.
So dear Santa, pack your sleigh with miracles of joy, peace, love and goodwill to all.
I’ll pray for your safe flight.
Your friend and admirer,
P.S. - A little snow would be nice.
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