Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may; I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.
Remember that from kid-time? When I was a pipsqueak I'd dash outside at first dark and my dad would usually already be there. He'd tell me to look up and find my first star and make a wish. I got so I could pick out the same star and it became "mine", and probably the same ritual played across the country but it felt as if the star was mine and could see me down here. Kinda like God is/does.
Anyway, my wish was always for something like a new doll, a 45 (that's a record, folks), or to be told I was adopted. Go ahead, admit it, there was a point in your life when you would have sworn you were adopted. YOUR REAL PARENTS wouldn't be so mean.
Of course, in today's world it is possible to pay a price and get a star to give to someone. Not likely to happen in this family. We do live in the country and can still see the stars. They are ALL ours and ALL yours.
Pity, some people don't even know they are out there, what with the bright lights of the big cities.
Get out of town. Take a carload of people with you on your "daycation".
Look at how big a real cow is. Watch the corn grow. Skip rocks. Stay long enough to see the stars, say a poem, make a wish.
I'm thinking...world peace.
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Is there anything more of a gimmick than sending cash money to have a star named for you or as a gift to someone?
Imagine Christmas morning you awake early and go downstairs to the Christmas tree and open your gift from Uncle Barney. Inside the carefully wrapped package is a piece of paper that says some star out in the universe has been named after you?
"Mom, where is my star"?
"Oh, it's out there somewhere dear."
"Oh Joy! I'm so happy. This is so much better than getting the pair of shoes I wanted so I would not have to walk to school in the snow barefoot anymore."
Star light.
Star bright.
Wish I could see MY star tonight.
Also would be nice not to have frostbite on my toes.
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