Dear Santa

I sit back and look into the horizon sky. I dream, I wish for the grasses to be greener and the presents to be bigger. I sigh. I sit quietly, thoughtlessly about the season. Never really been religious so I wonder about the differences in the world. I whisper so gently, "Will we ever be able to celebrate life the same." The wind blows and the wind chimes sing. I am content. My grass is as green as I'm going to make it. My pockets are full of wealth as empty as they are. So I wish for the sun to rise tomorrow and fill our eyes with a shining light to dawn the world in a different flight.

~ADayDreamWriter