I listen for the wishes my niece and nephews have made to Santa this year. They ask for superhero toys and surprises.
I wish I could still see colours. Selfishly, I wish that for me, instead of all the endless wishes I wish for the world..
I don’t wish for riches, but sometimes I wish I could see what silver and gold look like again: sparkle and shine.
Of course I wish for world peace, no more manmade wars, and a return to common sense and compassion in so much of the world today, but today I really wish I could see the yellow of my yellow crayon.
My nephew asked us all our favourite colours yesterday and mine is red. I told him it was red. I wish I could have seen the picture he drew for all of us, superhero stickers included, that he presented to his grandpa.
He’d call out from the kitchen, asking what our favourite colours were, running into the room and running back out again.
I really love all colours and I miss them all. I miss them like dear departed loved ones, when I see the enjoyment colours bring to those I love.
At this time of year, I wish I could once again see red, green, white, silver and gold.
Not trying to dwell a lot on what I can no longer see, colours are missed still most by me.
I dwell. I don’t wallow. Yellow, oh yellow.
Kristi has some
wise and thoughtful
ideas as well, to fit the season of peace on earth and wish making.