I wished for world peace,
I wished for the end of world hunger,
I wished my sick friends well,
I wished my parents would find work,
I wished we didn’t have to move so much,
I wished my brother and sister and I had our own rooms,
I wished we didn’t live in a trailer,
I wished we had hot water for our baths,
I wished we had clothes that fit,
I wished, and I wished.
I used every shooting star I saw, on every dandelion’s dancing seed,
I used every candle on my birthday cake, and every coin thrown in the wishing lake.
I wished, and I wished…
There was no peace, everyone was still hungry, my parents still had no work, we moved and moved,
The couch was still my bed, we still lived in a tiny trailer, we still boiled water for our baths, and our hand-me-down clothes were a bit too small.
So I stopped wishing,
I wrote my very last letter to Santa at ten years old,
I wrote down the only thing I wanted for Christmas.
I signed my name, folded the letter, placed it in the envelope, stuck on a stamp and put it in a near by mail box.
I’ve wished, I’ve prayed, I’ve done everything I know to try a make everything better…So if you could, just this once, bring me present this year I promise I will never ask for another present and still will be a good girl…
All I want for Christmas is a home.
Sincerely, Too Many of Our Babies!