A few weeks ago we were visiting with neighbors and the discussing our holiday plans when the light hearted query was made, "What do you really, truly want for Christmas?" I said, without thinking, "A white Christmas." Everyone laughed (we normally do not have snow at Christmas) and then I heard something like "you must want more than that." I professed guilt at not saying "I want the UN to declare killing in the name of god - any god - illegal." But I had blurted out the first thing that popped into my head:
"I would love snow on Christmas day."
We got snow, several inches. All day Tuesday, and for a few hours this morning, Darrin would look out of a window and sigh and then looked at me, as if I had done it on purpose. (He did not grow up with snow and does not care for it - something I did not learn until after we were married.)
Here's where I come clean with you. I only wished for snow. A simple sentence, spoken out loud. No candles were harmed in the making of this beautiful day. No herbs, potions, or crystals used nor poems spoken. I didn't even dance naked under the moon. I just honestly answered a question.
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| So, what do you think - 'coincidence' or 'magic?' |
Do you keep track of how many times your wishes come true?
~Sam
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