A Christmas Wish/Compulsion
By Chris Munroe
I made a Christmas wish, for peace on earth.
And there was peace.
So the next day I made another wish, for good will to all.
This too was granted. That’s when my problems began.
I wished every day after that. I couldn’t stop, helpless against the power of my wishes.
The least among us? Cared for.
Equality among all? Achieved.
The world became paradise, but I was in hell, trapped in endless wishing.
Finally, the next Christmas, I wished myself freedom from wishing, and for the previous year to’ve never happened.
So yeah. Sorry, world. Couldn’t handle the compulsion.