That my sister, Miriam, be given a "new" heart, "new" kidneys and "new" eyes.
That the special relationship with my friend be blessed
And finally that the reindeer stop pooping on my roof.
I do believe in Santa Claus because every Christmas morning, I climb the ladder to the eves of the roof and just for curiosity sake look to see what I can see, and sure enough, every year now for years, right next to the chimney, is reindeer poop. How do you explain such a phenomenon?
Thanks for the opportunity to create my own Santa's wish list