A woman on the radio was just saying that years ago she was broadcasting a Christmas phone-in show about Christmas wishes. People were encouraged to ring in and say what they’d really like for Christmas. Not the latest XBox, or a fur coat, but something real. Something genuine. Their true heart’s desire.
The first caller was a woman crippled with arthritis.
She said, ‘I wish I could go downstairs. I wish my two young daughters could see me in the kitchen and not in bed.’