I’ve never made a ‘gift’ wish list. If I had to think up what someone else should give to me, then I would never feel as if it were a real gift from the heart. It really and truly is the thought behind the giving that counts. And if what I receive is no more than a loving hug and a promise, what more do I really need?
I wish we were not all so materialistic and greedy.
I wish that every single person in the world could SEE the world and know what a vital part each one of us plays in it. It should be unthinkable for us to do something in our own backyards without first considering the big picture.
I wish for tolerance and acceptance and an end to religion based violence.
I wish for less magical and miracle religion, less blind belief in “God’s word, brought to you by a crew of romantic idealists in a harsh desert culture eons ago; followed by a chain of translators two thousand years long….When I want to take God at his word exactly I take a peep out the window at His creation. Because that, darling, He makes fresh for us every day without a lot of dubious middle managers.” (The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I wish everyone would read that book.)
Reality based life philosophies and cultivating open minds could save this world. Fighting about right and wrong and black and white and forgetting to be benevolent and kind will probably destroy us all.
I wish that our global theme song for Christmas could be “Peace on Earth”, and not “Oh Shop All Ye Faithful”.