My Christmas Wish For You

People likely wonder why a goat would blog.  I have an answer to that.  I say, 'Why the hay not?'  I blog because I can.  But the main reason I blog is to give something back.  In a world that seems fraught with turmoil and tragedy, sometimes the only solace in a day is a little laughter.  If I can brighten just one person's day one tiny bit, it is all worthwhile to me.   I treasure my readers.   For me, blogging is all about 'did I manage to bring a smile to somebody today?', or 'did I manage to help someone feel something today besides dread?', or 'did I manage to take somebody's mind off their troubles for a few measly moments?'  That's why I blog, and if I, by some miracle, manage to do that for even one person, then I was successful.  So I write a lot of words and sometimes I post a picture or two (Although, let me tell you, pushing that teensy button is awfully hard with hooves.).  But pictures aren't my main focus.  I'll leave that to experts like the SnowCatcher and Candy over at Lazy J Bar C. 

Now some folks blog because they have an 'opinion' and they think everybody needs to hear it.  I have opinions too, but like the Dalai Lama says, " If anything I've said seems useful to you, I'm glad. If not, don't worry. Just forget about it."   I don't expect anyone to think like I do.  First of all, you'd have to be a goat to do that.  Alpines won't and Nubians can't, so It's kind of a moot point.  At any rate, if you were wondering, well then, now you know.  So with that, I thought it might be a good time to let you know what my Christmas wish is for you ... any of you and ALL of you.  Even the Alpines of the world.

May you know peace amidst upheaval. 

May you have faith in yourself and be secure in the knowledge that you are special, even during those times when you may not be inclined to feel that way.

May you know that you are beautiful even when you think you are not, and may the light of your soul pour forth loud and strong enough that everyone takes notice.

May you be a beacon to someone, anyone, who needs to find their way, and may someone be a beacon to you if you are lost.

May you have UNDERSTANDING.  The kind where your feelings are acknowledged and accepted as valued, important and worthwhile,  rather than belittled or judged.

May you know unconditional love.  Period.  No qualifiers.  

May you recognize joy from the simplest of things - the most important things.  And may you refuse to be lost in the abyss of despair, for there is always hope, even when we are unable to grasp it readily.

May you know the immense blessing of friendship and my you be a friend.  Both are jewels whose worth is beyond measure. (This one should probably be repeated for emphasis.)  MAY YOU KNOW THE IMMENSE BLESSING OF FRIENDSHIP AND MAY YOU BE A FRIEND.  BOTH ARE JEWELS WHOSE WORTH IS BEYOND MEASURE. 

May you never experience prejudice.

May you know that though another be disgruntled, it is not your fault, nor is it your responsibility.

May you never miss an opportunity to tell someone when you notice something nice about them.  It may mean the difference between a good day and a bad day - even your own.

And above all, may you know laughter.  Guffaws preferred, but chuckles will do.  Day in and day out in at least some small way.

Oh, and Peanuts.  I wish you more Peanuts than you can eat.  Though, honestly, I can't imagine there actually being more Peanuts than you could eat.  I can't imagine that at all.   I don't even want to try.  Oh, hay.  I just wish you Peanuts.  Period.

The Merriest of Christmases!

"Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.” - Charles Dickens