I wish I could carry a tune. If I could, I would belt out the best song I could think of; don’t ask me which one because the concept of “best song” changes with each blink of an eye.
I wish I had the ability to charter a plane. If I could, I would bring every relative I could round up from across the world and have them here to celebrate.
I wish I had an endless pot of money. If I did, I would buy you anything you desired, and then some.
I wish you happiness.
I wish you joy.
I wish you good health.
I wish you blessings that answer your deepest desires.
I wish you a Happy Father’s Day.
Our circle is very small. At present, there are four of us in the house (that’s four humans; we also have the often-mentioned two dogs, two cats, many plants, and a few fish…). Times are tight. But with Father’s Day looming, I offer this wish list in response to today’s Daily Prompt:
Plan the ultimate celebration for the person you’re closest to, and tell us about it. Where is it? Who’s there? What’s served? What happens?
While my list does not specifically address the many questions from the Daily Post pixies, it speaks to our situation right now. We are unable to have an “ultimate celebration,” we have very few folks to invite, and there is no room for the wonderful delicacies I would love to have available for one of the greatest people I know. But God willing, the day will come when I can!
I dug in the archives, dusted off a 12″, and offer this little rap gem (Greatest Man Alive). The close-out on the lyrics say it all:
(the greatest man alive)
(He’s too good to be true, he’s tall, he’s handsome, he’s rich, exciting…)
(Definitely the best thing that’s happening)
My Christopher is all the other stuff too. Just sayin’.