Should I say, World Peace? Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
Here is what I want. I want a better 2015 than 2014.
I’d like to take a moment to get a little political and this will probably get me crucified–
Dear Santa, some people need to learn the real meaning of the word tolerance.
tol-er-ance (noun) The ability or willingness to tolerate something, in particular the existence of opinions or behavior with which one does not necessarily agree. (I actually think tolerance is an active noun– verb-like.)
Dear Santa, some people are in desperate need of a little humility. Please send them a big slice of humble pie ASAP.
Dear Santa, some people need to learn the difference between the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and the concept of the big lie.
Dear Santa, some people need to stop decapitating and otherwise murdering other people. That would be a really nice Christmas present for the world.
Dear Santa, a little one-room cabin in the mountains would be nice. No electricity required.
It’s fortunate I’m a glass half-full kind of person.
So listen up… it’s entirely possible we’re living in the last days. Indeed, sometimes I’m convinced of that and I’m NOT talking about the non-issue of global warming. (Read your history books– both ancient and relatively recent and you’ll learn all about cooling cycles, warming cycles, and long droughts. Do you know archaeologists speculate the ancient Anasazi abandoned their settlements in the Southwest nearly a thousand years ago because of a prolonged period of drought?)
Where was I going with this???
Oh, yeah, last days. Well, I suspect every generation believes itself to be living in the last days, or at least some part of every generation believes this. Seems narcissistic to me – yes, even me, guilty of narcissism. Yet since I was a little kid I’ve lived with the feeling that something would happen in my lifetime, something very bad. I don’t think I’m the only one. My sisters always felt the same. Armageddon wasn’t something my parents discussed, both being Jewish and Atheists.
Regardless, here is my Christmas wish:
Dear Santa, Please protect my children, and one day, my grandchildren and great grandchildren and on and on through the ages.
Nothing means more to me. Thank you. And thanks for the rains!
Oops! What a dark Christmas post! Hey, California is under attack by Mega-Rain! Take that all you naysayers at the S.F. Chronicle! (The staff there can’t write a story without saying and/or implying– Don’t you be thinkin’ this heavy rain is making any impact on the drought whatsoever!)