All I want for Christmas is…

When i was little, every Christmas, I’d wake up to find a gift wrapped under my pillow there was I believing in santa…
then, I called him Father Christmas. Back in the day, I’d go to bed on Christmas eve with a smile on my face hoping and wishing that my christmas wish becomes my christmas gift, most times, it was either what I had wished for or a satisfactory alternative.
Alas, I grew up and it came to me in an epiphany that there was no santa 😦 .

My Dad and mum had been santa all those nights,
there was really no old man with all the white beard that wore a red apparel
and jumped downed chimneys and gave children gifts while they lay asleep.

…  I had grown up.

when I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child,
but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

Now a man, on christmas mornings, nostalgia sets in.
I’d wake up and find myself fighting the urge to check under that pillow
at times, I did and of course there was nothing there.
Now, it’s another Christmas and just like every other,
I have a wish but there’s no need to go looking under the pillow this time
because what i want cannot be found there… No, it’s not Red-Velvet(though I really want that too!!),
it’s not an Harmonica, not even an iPhone 4
and No! It’s not her… I gave up on that a while ago.
All I want this time, is a miracle… my own miracle.

I want to experience a miracle, I want to have my own testimony,
be able to share my own story, climb up a pulpit and say
“Once upon a time, a much-loved family member was ill, we prayed, and she’s fine now”
or to say “This nose of mine was once such a terror, but look at me now, I’m all good”
I see people climb up the pulpit every sunday to share a testimony… I’m always happy about this,
but along with the happiness, came envy.
I just want the same. I always ask the same question, is this too much to ask?

So here is a note to the reason for the season… the celebrant Himself, not the guy in the red apparel.

Dear Jesus,

I wonder how old you are now, I really can’t tell ’cause since I was born,
the Pastor keeps saying 2000 years ago.
I hope you are having loads of fun with my grandpa, all the saints and the angels up there.
#JustSoYouKnow, I look forward to your birthday the most every year,
I must confess though, my reason is a bit selfish.
’cause it’s only on your birthday I get gifts 😀
it’s another year again, added to your eternity,
it’s Christmas again, but this time,
what I want is a bit different…
All I want for Christmas is a Miracle.

Your son.


As we grow up, things we seek tend to change and the truth is that what we really want can’t be given to us by Santa Claus, just look at the image in the post. So, address  your request(s) to the celebrant Himself.  He can do all things!!!

Thank you for reading  this post, please go the extra mile and use the comment box to share to myself and others what you want for Christmas starting “Dear Jesus”.

There’s always that “one thing” we all want! … question is, what is it? 


But then, this is what iThink… what do iKnow ?