Christmas is my favorite time of year. I love everything about it. (Except for the crowds, lines, traffic, and the commercialism we tie to the Holidays.) Christmas came way too fast this year. I don't feel like I got to experience the whole Christmas season. It breaks my heart to think of all the Christmas traditions my family didn't do this year, and it hurts even more because they probably won't happen again next year.
I miss the Christmas of my childhood. Not because of Santa and the presents (we never believed in Santa as kids), but because of the magic of Christmas. The magic that covers you with happiness and joy. The magic of lights and ornaments and trees. The magic that tragically disappears with the innocence of being a kid.
Why do we have to lose that? Why can't adults still see the magic that Christmas brings? I can barely see glimmers of it when I see a child excited about Christmas. I can see it in the lights on houses and the decorations that line the shops. But it's just a flicker. Like the flame of a candle that's going out. I remember when that flicker was like the Christmas tree lights in our living room. Turn out the lamp, and the whole room glows. It fills your hearts with warmth, and love, and joy. I can't help but smile, remembering that feeling. Of being so happy that you can't contain it.
I want to feel that magic again.
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