A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Last night Mr. Beachy had a dream. He dreamt he was writing a letter to St. Nicholas and this is what he wrote:

Dear Saint Nicholas, You don't need to worry about coming this year. There are no poor children left. There are no children being sold into prostitution anymore. You don't have to worry. Everyone has plenty to share. The governments have opened up their boundaries and welcome all who come. Schools are free to young and old alike. The churches have open doors and the bishops dress like shepherds now. They teach us all to pray. Everyone has a piece of land. Children have room to run and time to play. Yes, there's room for everyone. There's fresh water pumped to every house and everyone shares from their gardens. And no one is sick too long because the doctors are free. Yes, FREE! If you were to come today, St. Nick, you would be surprised. Sincerely, Mr. Beachy

Mr. Beachy was very pensive when he woke up today. And then he checked his shoes.