Last year I wished for silence to help me heal. And it came, but in short spurts and not often enough. Maybe I was to be more specific. Or maybe that was all I was to receive. I’m not sure. But this year has been a challenge. We lost eleven members of our tribe. And more members received unwanted medical news. So, this year, I will try to be specific.

Dear Santa, my wish is for strength.

The strength needed for those suffering

to wake and face the day

with courage and faith.

The strength needed for those grieving

to look past the pain and see

signs sent from the ones they miss.

The strength needed to face the mirror

and believe there is hope,

that another year

will be ours to share.

The strength needed to walk the souls’ path

and choose the very direction at each crossroad

that will bring us closer to who we are to be.

Dear sweet Santa, I believe that strength is what is needed.

Mind, body, and soul

to move us forward.

I’m not sure how it comes,

In pretty boxes with bows

Or more of a quiet wash over,

leaving one with a sigh and

sense of determination.

That’s your job Santa, as the season’s messenger

of the unknown, have your elves create

strength in the form needed for each of us

to travel into the next year with optimism,

with joy, with peace and love.

Strength, to feel the meaning of this season in the heat of the sun

and the magic of this season in the torrent rains.

Strength that gives breath to our purpose

and actions to honor this life we have.