There was only one thing I wanted for Christmas. And only one person who could give it.
But I couldn't even ask that person for it.
And, of course, if she didn't know, there's no way I would get it.
I wish I could just send a letter with one request on it, once a year and Santa would see to it.
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2 comments:
Amen to having unspoken needs and unanswerable requests. i know i don't answer prayers or letters to santa and i know i am not the person from whom you need this one thing but what you write i faithfully read, every line, every time. i may not comment every time but i am going to try and branch out a little more.
if you can make it you are invited to breakfast at the Kitchen 10 am sunday 12/28/08. it is the place on 16th street by 2nd millenium tats. forgive the spelling. peace out.
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