Magic. The stories of Christmas past, present and future. The breakfast is in the slow cooker, waiting to be switched on. One turkey is cooked and another waits to be stuffed. We have been to church and now...the calm before the storm. Step by step, we ensure that our traditions are kept and family magic is gifted to the children.
Christmas Eve is the night for dressing up and going to church. There are Christmas lights to be viewed and watch twinkling under the starlit sky. This year, we could have walked as it is blissfully warm out. Santa might need to find a red spring jacket in our neck of the woods. We have managed to bake the cookies and have put out milk for his royal red belly. We have hung up our stockings by the fireplace. We have put the magic key outside the door and my mother and I are debating how to dispose of the reindeer food to make it effective. It is about creating magic.
What makes me sad, is that this might be the last year that I have both girls believing in Santa. This year might be the last that I see the delight of the Norad Santa Tracker making them smile in sheer delight. This might be the last year that my eldest will find the traditions critical to making sure that Santa comes.
I wish I could hold onto the magic that Christmas brings all year. I love the pagentry and stories. I like that people are going out of their way to share joyous goodwill and smiles. People seem to manage to tuck away the negative and find their happy place on Christmas. The food is spectacular and the gift giving is fun, pleasurable and magic.
Yes...I love Christmas. So...from my family to yours. Merry Christmas. Make it beautiful and bright. Magic!
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