In the original “Home Alone” movie, a little boy, angered that his family seems to blame him for everything, announces that he wishes he never had a family. In the morning he awakens to find that everyone is gone, having accidently left him home as they scrambled for the airport and a trip to Paris. “I made my family disappear”, he smiles smugly, enjoying his own trip of a different kind.
If only our wishes could come true so easily. Having a villa in Portofino would be the top wish on my list. Oh, yes, and to look like Angelina Jolie so I could experience what it feels like to have men drop at my feet. Just once.
The truth is if I was given the chance to wish for whatever I wanted, I think all of the above would actually be a lot further down my list. Sure, I still want the Italian villa, but not until some other wishes are granted first. Like Scrooge, I am haunted by the spirit of Christmas present.
Within our own town, for instance, there are hungry people. I don’t mean “Hey Hon, bring me more chips and a beer” hungry. I mean families who don’t have enough food every day. Soup kitchen dependents.
Within our own town, there are homeless people. And they’re not always who you think they are. The fact is many have lost nice homes and have seen their middle class families fall apart due to job loss or bills from devastating illness. They have become people without hope.
Within our own town, some children and adults are fighting for their lives because of a terminal illness. One such little boy I know is not without hope, though the doctors beg to differ, and even manages to smile and wish me a merry Christmas.
Note to Santa: What I really want for Christmas is food, shelter and cures and for lots of good stuff to happen to people who care about others. Then, I’ll take that villa in Portofino.
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