Christmas miracles

I believe in miracles. Throughout my life I witnessed quite a few. Now the time has come for our world to experience a Christmas miracle. Close your eyes and join me in a wish for the following.

On Christmas Eve all members of Congress will receive a douse of fairy dust and wake up being able to recite the Constitution word for word and recall that they once took an oath to that fabled law. On Christmas Day those who missed the dousing will wake with the largest red pimple on the edge of their noses that will stay there until they acknowledge the needs of their constituents. A bound copy of the Constitution will be found under their tree, next to their candles or at their doorstep.

During Christmas week buses and cabs will deliver those who participated in the Jan. 6 Capitol breach to the airport for their new lives in their chosen country: Iran, Russia, China or whatever, never to worry about an indictment as they are finally where they want to be: far from the freedom of a democracy. We would all be found at the observation deck of the Statue of Liberty, waving bon voyage.

Yes, I still believe in miracles, or the miracle of this dream come true. When in doubt, watch the Hallmark Channel or Lifetime: A Christmas miracle takes place every two hours. Please join me with a cup of hot chocolate and a box of Kleenex.

However, to believe in the complicated miracle above, a glass of Jack Daniel’s may be more suitable, or perhaps more than one. Santa, I hope you are reading this.

— Kimberle Rizzo, Virginia Beach