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It was a dark drive to work this morning as we have reached the winter solstice. Luckily the Christmas preparations, the buzz of the holidays, the wonderful expectations distract us from the long dark nights and the grey, foggy and damp days at this time of year. January without it’s Christmas distractions is another story altogether.
Christmas is that special time where, even the toughened and hardened of us are affected by that MAGIC.
The Christmas Carols (click on the Adeste Fideles link and continue reading) transport us back to times of happiness, excitement, expectation and most of all innocence.
I do hope, when you hear this, you can picture yourself in the house with your parents, siblings or relatives preparing for Christmas day, or in Christmas Mass, or suffering butterflies in your tummy as you are absolutely sure you heard Santa on the roof last night, and all of the other magical thoughts that you have stored in your memory. Stuck in the traffic, driving home for Christmas, and chaos of the next few days you will roll your eyes and ask what is all this madness about. For sure, commercial insanity has well and truly taken over Christmas but it can never really take over our souls and hearts and our ability to see beyond all of this.
The unique Christmas Magic transports us back in time, surrounded by our families, friends and eye-popping dreams and expectations.
Amid, the hustle and bustle, the frenzy of gift buying, the truly awe inspiring shopping trolleys with enough food to sustain a small family for a month, the…………………………… May you be blessed with moments of wonderful heartfelt magic this Christmas.
This is the Magic of Christmas
If you’ve not seen this full movie, I urge you to make it one of life’s goals to do so. I’ll pay for the tissues.
Let’s talk next year. Have a good one. Aim High.
And Finally – The (not-so) Perfect Santa