My toddling niece is approaching her third Christmas much like she approaches life in general. And in case you don’t know her, suffice it to say that she is red-headed all the way down to her marrow, and cute enough to get away with it.
Like many kids her age, she made the pilgrimage to see Santa. Unlike many, she wasn’t scared or reluctant. When it was her turn, she marched on up. And Santa said in his Santa way, “So little girl, what would you like for Christmas?”
She didn’t hesitate, but looked him square in the eye, and in her best pre-school voice announced, “I want to fly.”
Santa apparently handled the request well and tried to manage her expectations. But I’m pretty sure he’s gonna have some ‘splainin’ to do when she hops out of bed Christmas morning and lands on her feet.