Peace on earth is a little tough to ask for. I am, despite being not worthy, loved by those I wish to be loved by and to my surprise by some who I have wronged.
My parents, my wife, my family are all hale and hearty despite some of them being in dangerous parts of the world. I shall share the day with friends, even if not with the extended family.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice by any proper standard of consideration. By historical standards, by global standards. I even have a choice of cats to keep my lap warm as I type.
I shall have Christmas gifts, more than I need or require, just as I shall give them.
But I still wish for more than that, greedy bastard that I am.
I wish that Santa will bring me this.
I think I know who writes the letters to Santa in my household……