I’ve always kind of been fascinated by wishes. I mean really, if you could have anything in the world what would it be? That’s what makes Santa Claus the man. He’s the master of the wish, the dealer of dreams, the man in charge.
At the Farnsworth Museum this past weekend, I started realizing that wishes might not be so easy for the old Saint Nick. That sometimes a wish is really the unattainable, or the thing that maybe you should go out an earn yourself. Or that a wish might simply just be a wish.
Okay, this one is pretty easy. It could come true! This wish could be passed down for generations.
A car! A real car! Um… this is the kind of wish that gets your kid on the syndicated press. You know, kid steals car and goes on a two hour joyride up I-95!
This is my daughter’s wish. A gerbil. I’m not a huge fan of rodents.
But then you find yourself watching a young girl write down one of your wishes, like you have the same brain or something.
I think that wishes are all about the opportunity to experience magic. And for all of you magic makers out there, get busy. Christmas is only twenty-two days away!
(And to the penguin family, good luck!)