It has been said that he who has no joy of Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas joy under a tree. This brings me to my one Christmas wish, which I shall whisper at midnight to the stars above.
My wish: Joy.
(Not the man, but the experience of joy).
Yes, I am happy and grateful for many things, but this is not the joy I am seeking. This coming year I wish for...
The joy of completing my children's book.
The joy of publishing it.
The joy of watching Brian's face when I buy the two-story house with his room above the garage.
The joy of reinventing my life.
The joy of new friendships, like Leah.
The joy of good times with dear friends like Ebet, KB, Stephanie and Teresa.
The joy of seeing my mother's face when she reads the book.
The joy of giving back to others as they have given to me.
Joy...joy filled days...a joy filled life.
Feeling it, giving it and living it. What a world it would be if everyone went about his or her lives creating joy.
Hmmmmm...then we would be in heaven.
Listen quietly at midnight, for you may hear my wish flash across the night sky.
