Christmas Letter To The Universe

Dear Universe,
Merry Christmas to the part of you that celebrates it, and Happy Days! to all. You may have noticed that this week’s Letters To The Universe is slightly different than usual.

It is a Christmas Special, and I am addressing it directly to you.

The times we are currently living in are rather funny to say the least. Interesting, possibly, for future historians who would like to look back to see how we primitives lived through the onset of technological advancement. I wonder how these future historians would view us?

Will they see how great we can be / could have been / are? Or will they see the divisions between us all which seem to be promoted wherever we look.

Will they see our triumphs and achievements? I hope so, because I can’t seem to see any today that I can write about here. There probably are some, there must be, and this is in no way meant to detract their greatness, but news of them is buried beneath petty political squabbles and frustrating political correctness, scandals, and propaganda that shouldn’t really exist in a modern and civilised society.

Perhaps future historians will see us from today as barbarians, but Universe, I’m writing today to advise that we are most certainly not. Not on the whole, anyway. We are filled with greatness and compassion and adventure and excitement and wonder and awe. We are somewhat confused and conflicted, I’ll give you that, and some of us do have ideologies where their way is the only way, but our historians have seen people like that from our past.

Perhaps in this coming year, we will see a change and move forward in leaps and bounds. We will free ourselves from our backward thinking mindsets and wake up to see us and our world for the greatness it actually is.

One thing I would like to say, Universe, is that through all of the rubbish that we put ourselves through, we are still here, and we still keep on keeping on. Jealousies, passions, crackpot ideas, and other stuff aside we are doing it… and generally doing it well.

Christmastime is the time to show goodwill to all men… or so we are told, but I believe we should aim to be showing goodwill to all men all of the time. Due to reasons mentioned earlier in this letter, sometimes that show of goodwill is more than a little challenging, but it also isn’t a pipe dream.

I know I spend quite a lot of my time away with the faeries, riding unicorns in Cloud Cuckoo Land, and return to find myself in a dark reality that shouldn’t really be here, but I try to seek out the Light and shine a positive glow wherever I can. A lot of other people I know do the same, and hopefully this Light will stand out in the future, so future historians will see that through our dark flaws we still have an inner Light that saw us through.

Thank you for reading, Universe, and once again Merry Christmas!

P.S. I always end with a P.S., so I don’t think there should be any difference for this special Christmas Letter To The Universe Christmas Special. I’d like to end with a simple quote or two or three or four…

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Oscar Wilde.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.

Og Mandino.

We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle.

Marilyn Monroe.

Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.

Anon.

P.P.S Dear Universe, I have embedded a wish within this Letter, obviously for the Greatness of All. May we all share in the Light and show our future historians just how fabulous we really are.