Make A Wish

Here is your Christmas song …   Another Santa

Now let us take a moment today to stop and think about this.


When was the last time you made a wish?  In my case, it has been awhile, I really do not know the reason for it, but I evidently just stop making wishes a part of my daily routine.

When I was working, I would “Wish that I made more money” or that “Wish I had more time for my family instead of my job.”  Now that I am retired and more or less set in my ways, I find that the occasional wish for some intangible that I do not have, is at best, fleeting.

I just don’t do it anymore. It is no longer a precursor of good living … So I just stopped making wishes.

When we are young, we “wish that we were older” so that we might partake of all those things that we are prohibited from doing because we are too young.  We secretly wish to be out on our own, wish we were out of high-school, wish we did not have pimples and looked like a young Robert Redford.  We wish we had a car, a better looking girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other (you figure it out).

My wife used to say “I wish I had a candy-bar.” and I would quickly answer up, “Dog-gone it girl, don’t waste a wish on something so trivial as a candy-bar, I will BUY you a candy-bar, wish for a #3 washtub full of money, don’t blow a wish on a candy-bar!

You see … We do not actually know how many wishes in life we are granted per person, so it is a good idea, to make every wish count.  Do you know what the two biggest disappointments in life might be?

Wishing for something that you do not have.

Getting what you always wished for.

So I close my eyes dear reader, and I picture myself walking down a white sand beach somewhere in the warm inviting great places of our world, and I look down and low and behold, I spy a small ornate bejeweled bottle in the sand.  Leaning down I pick it up and gingerly pull on the cap, and the bottle opens and whoosh … a 100 ft Genie comes out of the bottle!

He looks down at me and says, “Oh thank you!  You have freed me from my prison that has encapsulated me for some eight-hundred years.  In gratitude, I will grant to you ONE WISH for anything in the world that you heart should so desire.”  So I think about it a little, then I look up at the Genie and I say to him … “What the hell?  How come I don’t get THREE WISHES like all them other guys in those Genie jokes?

December is slowly coming out of the gate and moving on down the pike.  Soon we will all be sitting around contemplating the new year and doing what?  We will be Making New Year’s Resolutions, which in fact, are simply the adult version of wishing for something that you do not have.  Might consider your allotment of wishes in life at this time, and make sure, dead sure, you wish for something really swell.  After all, this might be your last wish and you sure don’t want to blow it on a pair of fur lined house slippers or an electric dog washer.

Think about it  … What do you wish for?  Here is another one to contemplate while we are at it.  In the hit television show in the seventies, “I Dream Of Jeannie,” how come we never got to see her belly-button?

I have to go now, I am late for therapy.


* I wrote this on Saturday morning, had it wrapped and in the can at 9AM, it was supposed to go up on Monday.  But this morning, as it is my habit, I was reading Fresh Pressed and there it was, a post about making a wish.  So I am running it today.  Here is another take on making a wish, if you are so inclined.  Becoming Cliche

I will find Y’all something else for Monday.


I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Time has been good to me, I have to admit. 

When I was but a young buck, early in my life, I found myself in Southeast Asia and 18,000 miles from home.  I would sit there and watch the sun go down, and Armed Forces Radio would play this song, over and over, it would echo in my mind.  I would often find myself wondering if I would even make it home and I would get sad, because I knew I would not be home for Christmas.  Instead of a Holiday Classic, it slowly morphed into some kind of personal dirge for me.  There was very little rejoicing if any at all.

Time has a way of mending the broken heart and over the years, the wounds have healed.  I now know that life has been good to me, and now many years later, I look back upon it and I have to feel fortunate in all respects.  I came home when a lot of guys did not, and for that, I am truly thankful. 

Now when I hear this song, I am no longer sad, but on the contrary, I kind of celebrate deep down in my soul all the wonderful moments in time that have been granted to me in this life … I bow my head … and allow my tired old heart to smile.

For me this season … Life is good.