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Beauty in Snowflakes and Memories in Songs

25 Dec

I’ve always believed in the magic of Christmas. As a child, that magic, of course, entailed Santa Claus, some reindeer, and the fact that I never noticed Santa’s handwriting looked suspiciously like my father’s. While one might assume that “growing up” has lessened the magic that comes with the holiday season, I can’t help but feel that for me, the opposite is true. Christmas is more magical to me now than it ever has been.

Yes, I am that person. The one who listens to Christmas music non-stop the second the first snowflake falls. The one who doesn’t mind the appearance of Christmas lights at Target before Halloween is even over. I love every cookie, light, ugly sweater, piece of tinsel and bow that goes into Christmas. My enthusiasm is unbridled and neverending (obnoxiously so, if you’re the Ebenezer type). I know many people who think that Christmas has become a retail holiday. One without meaning beyond the presents under the tree. I could not disagree more.

At Christmas time, we try harder. We do more. We give more, and we think of ourselves less. We may grumble about the lines at the stores, the crowds at the malls, and the dents in our wallets, but we do so while hunting down the perfect gifts for those we love. We volunteer to ring bells. We donate to various food and toy drives. We play, and we laugh with all the wild abandon of a child. At this time of year, there is beauty in snowflakes and memories in songs. We create priceless and irreplaceable moments with those we love. The world is filled with lights, glitter, and the pure joy that comes with believing in the impossible.

Recent events that have unfolded on the news, as well as in my own life, are painful reminders that life is short, and precious. We do what we can to be safe, stay healthy, and cherish what is ours, but when it comes down to it: you just never know. There are far too many of us out there who know that in the blink of an eye, worlds can be shattered. Christmas reminds us to give thanks and celebrate every second we have with those we love.

My son was old enough this year to understand the stories and the meaning behind the rituals. We hung stockings, baked cookies and listened for the tapping of hooves on the roof together, and last night when he told me that he heard those reindeer, I swear I could hear it too. We are never too old to believe in something bigger than ourselves. It is never too late to right a wrong, mend that which has been broken, and dare yourself to try.

My son believes in the magic of Christmas, and I hope he always will.

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Christmas time 
And the moments just beginning 
From last night 
When we’d wished upon a star

If our kindness 
This day is just pretending 
If we pretend long enough 
Never giving up 
It just might be who we are

       – – “Promises to Keep” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra 

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