It's December 4th. I've made a signifant dent in the Christmas shopping, got the tree up and most of the house decorated, am singing in my Holiday concert on Sunday, have completed some of the crafts on my to-do list, and still have a list 5 miles long of things to get done before we kick it into high gear starting with a dinner party on the 20th.
Every year I find myself wondering where the magic is. I think, this year, the magic is in the eyes of my children. I've often heard it said that Christmas is for the children, and in some ways, I guess that's true. The kids were so excited to decorate the tree and the house, and are eagerly awaiting the writing of our letter to Santa. (one more thing on that list of mine..) The school field trip to Santa's workshop was a huge hit, and the magic is just shining out of their eyes and ears like rays of sunshine.
I always figured Christmas was about love. Love for the family and friends around us, love of our mother earth and all the blessings she bestows. I never thought about how much love I would feel watching my children enjoy the season too.
I caught my husband watching the kids as they played together last night. When asked what he was looking at he replied, " Nothing, just looking." Then he commented, "sometimes her face just looks so small" while watching Grace. I said, "that's because it is." And it's true! These tiny, magical creatures that share their lives with us every day are like Santa's little elves bringing their special kind of magic all year long.
May I learn to appreciate the magic more and worry about the chaos less!
Through all the hurry and scurry that this season brings, I will endeavour to think about the magic, the love and the most important gifts I've received from heaven.
Who cares if there's a little dust on the mantle, or if Santa's hat is crooked, or an ornament gets broken? Those things don't hold the magic, do they.
