Christmas has always been a magical time for me. I look forward to that shiver of anticipation, that hidden promise of possibilities that stays with me as I look towards the New Year.
It’s a time of believing.
Most of us, without even knowing it has occurred, have become mired in our daily adult reality; we no longer recognize the glitter of imagination that clings to the tinsel that hangs from the tree. Children open their eyes to this kind of charm every single day. It is understood, without question, that if you believe in Santa you believe that anything is possible, in truth, you believe in yourself.
When someone proclaims there is no such thing as magic, they must fail to see the artist that lays a scene upon canvas that stirs your soul; they must fail to read the words that have dropped from the writer’s fingers, or the song that touches your heart as it lifts, note by note, from the smudged music sheet.
There is magic I have no doubt. I wish upon a star, upon the new moon, even upon the lost penny I pick up and pass on, that the magic will stay with me as Christmas returns to the past, for what is life without its power.
May the lights of Christmas bring you only happy memories, past and present.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!