No wishing list this year for me. I finally realized that Santa Claus comes every day. In whatever form, or appearance, the good giver is always there. How else did I get through all those years? What did I do for the world, for my fellow men and ladies, for the children? I surely did not do enough, by far. And still, everything was always there for me. Shelter, food, luxuries like telephony, wheels to go, radio, often choice of foods, clothes, and things to do. How very rich am I. Compared to many poor men and women, children in the cold and wounded refugees so very many, displaced by evil thinkers and evil deeds by ruthless men to men. How very poor are those, that suffer so much. Compared to me who has it all, although compared to a middle class suburban dweller I have nothing. My house is so small, I have no TV, I have no bathtub. Not even a swimming pool or a garage to put a car. Modest to the limit, I still have everything, gotten from the world, from other men who made the things I have. The things we must maintain as long as we own them. And I have it all year round, not only for Christmas, not at all from a man in a red coat who comes on a flying sledge with reindeer. What a great strange story; what people do for the kids; it is shockingly serious foolery. Painful for poor people who can't buy things, hurting for those who have no family or those who are displaced. No wishes for me this year, at this particular time, all my wishes have come true already, why ask for more. Wish for contentment with all your heart, I welcome you to it. Then your Christmas will last forever.