Wishes from the little Silver Tree

So, she has awakened once again. You remember her, right? Our Christmas Tree, the Bearer of wishes?  the Reminder of Hope? Well, she awoke, stretched her arms and demanded to be adorned, dressed in glitter and light.

So, here she stands ready to receive new wishes, to bear more dreams.

Last year my own wish was that our shore would be rebuilt and stand once again beautiful and shinning in the summer sun. And my wish came true, not without a lot of work, but then again that's how all wishes come true.

This year I will let the tree talk, through the words of the poet, about her wishes. And I will hope that these words will touch every heart and resonate in every mind. And maybe one day... Maybe one day....

Man is ever in a struggle

    and he's oft misunderstood;
There are days the worst that's in him
     is the master of the good,
But at Christmas kindness rules him
     and he puts himself aside
And his petty hates are vanquished
     and his heart is opened wide.
Oh, I don't know how to say it,
     but somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas man is almost
     what God sent him here to be."
Edgar Guest