This was me when I was 3. We were living in America when my dad was enrolled in Bible College. Every night I prayed for snow, and one day I woke up to a blanket of white covering the front porch :)
This year I am 21, and I wish for joy.
P.S. Today the bus took me from the start to the end of Orchard Road, and the Christmas lights at night were so beautiful and intense and amazing and I felt like in awe of my own country and I was smiling to myself like a silly nut and I WANTED TO CRY. I LOVE YOU, CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.