On the eve of seven decades, I like to think there’s still a Santa Claus.
How else could I have gotten that brand new sled for Christmas when my father had lost everything in the stock market crash of ’29, including his job, and we were on the brink of disaster?
I haven’t forgotten that miracle, Santa, so with that in mind, I’ve compiled my Christmas list this year, hoping you’ll still have a miracle or two up your sleeve:
– Peace, in whatever language but not at whatever price.
– A speedy exit from the Middle East, before it turns into another Vietnam.
– A boot in the behind for George W. Bush for going there under false pretences.
– A pink slip for John Ashcroft, the sooner the better.
– A Democratic candidate with half a chance of winning.
– Get rid of the Electoral College.
– Some fool-proof voting machines, especially in Florida.
That’s it, Santa. I know it’s a lot to ask, but even if all you’ve got is one teeny tiny miracle left, maybe you could use it to replace those lousy voting machines. Then maybe four other wishes might come true.
