My little sugar plums, before we flop face first into holiday festivities, let me present you with a wee present. It’s a simple gift of words, wishes really, of all I hope for you this season and the new year through.
A May Wish in December
May your inner child remain your cherished friend.
May you pounce on opportunities before analysis paralyzes you.
May you run out of excuses by January 2.
May your friends’ success refine you into a world-class cheerleader.
May you believe any praise you receive as easily as you do criticism.
May you be dauntless, deliberate and delightful.
May you be your most authentic you. (Duplicates or substitutions will not be accepted.)
May you be unapologetic in your nonsense, whimsy and quirkitude.
May you be deaf to your inner critic, but alert to wise counsel.
May grace be your brand and kindness your second nature.
May fear be an energizer, not an extinguisher.
May you crave authenticity more than notoriety.
May you knock your own sweet socks off.
If you are a dreamer come in
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
A hoper, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer
If you’re a pretender com sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
Come in! ~ Shel Silverstein