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The magic memories of Christmas that most of us treasure are unique to each of us.
Yet, sometimes clarity comes only upon reflection.
We get so caught up with the tugs and pulls of the season that we miss the truly priceless people and moments.
If we but reflect we will see that
We were blind to the love healing us and holding us tight in the arms, words, and actions of those we too often took for granted.
Still,
we were innocent enough to see fairies dancing upon frosted lake surfaces,
to taste the falling snow,
and to laughingly make snow-angels.
As adults the world is too much with us.
Yet, The Great Mystery has given us one month out of 12 to see the world as the child we once were,
the child we can once again be if only we put down the hates and anguish that only harm us anyway.
If the yellow, green, red, and blue lights don’t twinkle with their normal festive happiness
and instead glower like warning beacons, it is the mind that views them that has changed.
The magic is still there, waiting for the child you once were to believe in it again.
By years of Hurt and Anger, you have closed the door to it.
But each time you smile to a hurried face that seems lost in life,
each time you back up to allow a weary older person in line ahead of you,
each time you pause to look at the snow-layered buildings as the child you once were would see them --
you open the door to that Christmas Magic a little wider.
Every day you live can be magical
if you work at it.
The path of least resistense
is to live in a world leeched of its color and vitality
by Anger and Hate.
Choose to find the laughter and beauty as you live each hour.
Each laugh, each act of compassion is a brushstroke that adds the color of magic back to your life.
The magic of Christmas has nothing to do with decorations, lights, presents, Christmas trees or anything so material.
It has everything to do with a little girl’s smile
and a mom who buys real candy canes for their tree
so she can hear her little girl giggle as they decorate it together.
Give a smile or a laugh to someone.
The present you will receive will be ...
Magical.
The gifts we give that matter most
are the ones that cannot be
bought or sold.
The love we share and the memories we leave behind,
are the greatest gifts we can give.
They are the only gifts
that last a lifetime.
My wife helps me see the magic like that. She still has a child's heart.
ReplyDeleteAlex:
ReplyDeleteWe all need a person like your wife in our life! Merriest of Christmases!
When I was little Christmas really was magical. Now the only way to really recall it, as you point out, is to spread some love and good cheer.
ReplyDeleteHelena:
ReplyDeleteTo make children laugh or go "Oooh!" in wonder is one way I love to become a child again myself at Christmas. :-) Thanks for visiting. I always smile to see you here.
Beautiful Christmas message, Roland. This is exactly what I love about Christmas--the wonder and child's-eye view. It is part of why I get frustrated with it spreading into November and even October--I want it to keep to the special wonder of something that we have to WAIT for.
ReplyDeleteThe magic of Christmas is still there and always will be. I still believe in it...and I believe in fairies too. ;)
ReplyDeleteHart:
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yes, if we dilute Christmas by spreading it over too many months, we rob our children of something rare and special. Waiting is hard but getting it too soon is tragic! :-)
Chrys:
With a last name like Fey, of course you believe in fairies! :-) Like any rare living thing, Christmas Magic must be watered daily. :-)