Wishes for the Juice Box generation

A weed or a wish
A bone or a wish bone
Well wishes or a wishing well
A shooting star or wish upon a star
Best wishes or wishing you the best
Birthday wishes or wishing it was your birthday

My wish for the juice box generation:

That you see a wish from a weed
That you trade a wish bone for a back bone
That your well overflows
That you land among the stars
That you stop wishing and start doing
That your birthdays are many...consider the alternative

I wish you lots of quiet snowflakes that fall in the night awaiting the squeals of joy. 
That you have a warm fire to thaw frigged fingers from the fluffy, white, glorious snow.
I wish you handmade valentines that require tape, glue, glitter and candy. 
That the literal desk top mailbox will be overflowing with love from friends.
I wish for barefoot grass to spring up under your feet, to run and fall and laugh as you guess the cloud animals since you are on the ground now anyways. 
That the clouds create stories to retell over a picnic on that same grass. 

I wish for you the summer sprinkles that fall down on your head from a sprinkler as you run through and slip on the wet grass. 
That you have no need for summer clothes, since you wear a swimsuit all day. 
I wish for you roasted smarshmallows squished between chocolate and crackers. 
That you have as many friends as marshmallows in the bag.
I wish you the sounds and smells of a crackling campfire.
That you crawl into a sleeping bag in a tent and make shadow figures while giggling about the stories.

I wish for you the feeling of accomplishment from spending way too many hours building a card house just to have your dog knock it down in excitement to see you. 
That your pets become your precious friends when human ones are lacking.
I wish for you the feel of warm sand between your toes and the sound of waves and seagulls begging for a snack. 
That you hear the ocean calling your name from a seashell.

I wish for you the smell of puppy breath while the new little bundle of fur licks your nose.
That you find responsibility in care taking of your pets.
I wish for you the slimy feel of pumpkin goo to slip through your fingers as you decorate that perfect orange jack-o-lantern. 
That leaves are plenty and dry and deep.
I wish you take time to stare at the stars on a cold winter night.
That you have a friend staring at the same stars far away, seeing the same beauty you see. 

I wish for you the magic of Christmas morning. Jumping on mom and dad in excitement to wake up way too early.
That you go to bed Christmas night in the same jammies you woke up in. There is something soothing about staying in your jammies all day long. This is what I'm told anyway.
I wish for you a bestie or two, to stay up all night with giggling and sneaking cookies in bed.
That life is enjoyed beyond the wonderful world of electronics.