Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might, make this wish I wish tonight.
(Close your eyes tight and make your wish)…Mom taught this to us and I taught it to my boys. One day they’ll teach it to their babies. A lot of wishes were made on those first bright stars. Some came true and some didn’t. I still catch myself reciting that little poem to myself on a clear night.
My Grandma Judy always gave us a little present at Christmas. I was 5th of 27 grandchildren. She might give homemade cookies, a pair of socks (for the boys) or panties (for the girls), a bottle of nail polish, colors and a coloring book…but her classic gift to the little ones was a Little Golden book. I was fascinated with the realistic drawings in this 1972 version of The Christmas Story.
Mom would read this to us on Christmas Eve in her school teacher voice. I loved the page with the Three Wise Men following the Star of Bethlehem. We had a star for our tree once that looked just like the drawing! Dad would always hold the youngest up to put the star on the tree after it was decorated. That was an important job!
My card woke up all of these Christmas memories. I love when that happens!
My Christmas wish…Peace, Love and Happiness. What more could you ask for?