A couple of weeks back I promised I'd talk about Berkeley Breathed's Christmas classic, A Wish for Wings that Work. Having finally gone through all my boxes of decorations without finding it, and starting to feel very very sorry for myself for having to celebrate an Opus-less holiday, I realized that the book was not packed away in the attic but sitting in its rightful place on my bookshelves all along. It was hiding in plain sight in the "Christmas" section that I created when I moved here a year ago. I'd never had a "Christmas" section in previous houses, you see, so I completely forgot. Sometimes organization can be a bad thing, don't you think? But enough about my bookshelves, I want to tell you about this book.
A Wish for Wings that Work is my favorite Christmas book. Hands down.
"A bird with wings that won't work!" Opus growled to himself. "What good is that? What good am I? I might as well have been born a snail. Or a slice of melba toast."
Opus is a poet at heart, as his faithful fans know. Here is his letter to Santa:
Dear Santa Claus,
In the past I have asked
for a scarf that would last.
I have wished for new skates
or some herring rum cakes.
But since my wings sputter
at those times they should flutter,
I thought you should know
I need wings that will go!