Once Upon A Christmas Wish: ...That's When The Wish Arrives
I was mentally and emotionally exhausted when Lisa knocked on the door jamb to the master bedroom. She looked slightly pale, her brow knitted. “ Do you know what’s wrong?” I asked. “ Yes.” “ And?” “ Phoebe is upset because she’s not getting her Christmas wish.” “ I finished writing the book . She has to get her wish now.” “ The odd twist to this is...Phoebe’s Christmas wish was for you and McKinley to fall in love. With each other.” “ When he left she knew there was no way she was going to get her wish.” I said. “ I wish she had confided in me a couple of weeks ago I could have explained to her that Christmas wishes which i nvolved other people doing things do not usually come true.” “ What good would that have done?” “ She could have asked for something else. Most little girls ask for ponies.” “ Phoebe is not most little girls.” Lisa pointed out. “ A snowmobile. She could have wished for a snowmobile.” I looked through the window at the