Please make my wish come true.
It’s a tall order, but I believe in you.
Christmas miracles, they happen, right?
If so, can you make me feel alright?
I can do without glittery diamonds or wealth,
I can even go without an Elf on the Shelf,
All I want, Santa, is really my health,
… can you make this wish come true?
Santa, if you hear me, I could do without pain.
I could do without sickness, I could do without rain.
My bones ache, but my heart is full,
and I know that life is still wonderful,
but if I can selfishly ask for one thing,
you have no idea the joy it would bring.
A cure, not a pony, not a yacht, not a jewel,
A cure for my illness, the tide to my yule.
I’m always holly-jolly, but I’d be it a little more,
if I had this precious gift, that isn’t at the store.
I pray for it every night,
even when there’s no end in sight,
and if Santa can’t deliver, or he’s gotten a little off-track,
I know that God, the reason for the season,
He has always got my back.
But it’s a lot of patient waiting, and a lot of wishful thinking.
What a Christmas it would be to enjoy the lights a-twinklin’,
to be full of cheer, with not pain, not a tear,
not a pain, not a wince, nor an ache in sight.
What a joy this holiday would be
if I could feel alright.
But if not, I know I’ve still gotten the best gift of all:
the love of God, family, and friends, and the beauties of this life,
large and small.
– Ashley Boynes-Shuck