Santa and Olivia 2015 |
Dear Santa,
Thanks so much for all of magic you add to this time of
year. You are one very special guy. This year, I thought I’d send you a long list;
there are plenty of options here! My
thinking is of the “if you shoot for moon and miss, you still may be among the
stars.” genus.
Emily’s List:
No cellulite or thigh wrinkles. Eternal tautness in the region between my ankles and hips. Thanks that would be greeeeat.
Heal Blake. Help me understand what he needs and figure out what to give him to help him get those needs met.
Removal of all worry. Help me to grow the Zen that takes residence in my heart in the most sacred and surprising of moments to fill me up and push the worries out of me so that there is no room for them.
Perfect confidence. Not too much, not too little. The right amount so that I don’t pass on my insecurities to my daughter and not so much that I start to think I’m more than just a wonderful but small part of God’s plan.
Big love. For my family, my patient and wonderful spouse, my kids, people in the community and abroad.
Stop all terrorism. No bombs, no attacks, no rhetoric. Just white this out with a marker or scrub it with one of those Mr. Clean sponges. Remove it from our world in a way that keeps it from coming back.
Yes, I realize how shallow I am that this is not #1. Sorry, I’m going with the Kerouac, spontaneous prose approach. Just keepin’ it real over here. Oh man I am lame.
Stop all human trafficking. Stop the people buying these victims, stop the people working to keep it going, and help to heal the victims of this plague.
Insert repeat of shame from 6.1 here….
Eliminate cancer. I can accept that in some lives, cancer has been used for good, however, I’m feeling like a gambler, and love to see what a world without cancer would be like.
Improved food supply and food for the hungry. Help us to create a system where the excess is shared in a more efficient way with those that are without food and basic human needs.
The ability to fly
20 or so laughing fits (the kind where you cry a little and are completely overwhelmed by humor).
Comfy slippers (gotta throw some softballs in here to give the big guy in red and those trusty elves some relief)
Magic glasses. The kind where you put them on and see the magic in people instead of your own reflection or impression of them.
The ability to eat chocolate and cheese and drink red wine and only get the good benefits from it, not the bad ones (thighs, hangovers, etc.).
XOXX
Emily