There comes a point in everyone’s life when the innocence of childhood starts to fade, taking with it the enchanting belief in Santa Claus. I vividly recall the bittersweet sadness that washed over me when I realized that Christmas would never again hold that same magic. No longer would I gaze up at the night sky on Christmas Eve, hoping to catch a glimpse of a sleigh racing among the stars. The thrill of waking in the middle of the night to the sounds of crinkling wrapping paper and jingling bells was now a distant memory.
In the years that followed, Christmas evolved from a whimsical celebration into a routine family gathering. My siblings would return home, and we would reconnect with cousins. We would place bets on which unsuspecting guest (often a friend or date) would fall victim to Grandma’s infamous porch-chilled turkey, and who would be the first to succumb to her legendary eggnog. Brunches, movie marathons, gift cards, and wish lists became the norm.
Yet, the magic was undeniably absent. The excitement of rushing out of bed before dawn had vanished, as had the joyous squeals at the sight of boot prints by the fireplace. Even the cookies seemed to lose their sweetness. I resigned myself to this void, accepting it as just another aspect of adulthood we all have to confront.
Then, one day, while driving, I turned around to my kids in the backseat, a wide grin spreading across my face as I belted out, “You better be good for goodness sake!” in that quintessential mom fashion that would have made my younger self cringe. At that moment, something clicked. I was suddenly enveloped in an unexpected wave of joy, a sense of merriment that I thought I had lost forever.
It dawned on me: the magic was still here, embodied in my children. Their pure joy and unwavering belief radiate from them, creating an aura that envelops everyone nearby during the holidays. You can see it in the way they gasp at the sight of marshmallows floating in hot chocolate, or how their eyes light up with excitement as they approach Santa Claus. Their wonder shines through as they admire the twinkling lights of a freshly adorned Christmas tree, whispering, “I just love it.”
This innocent joy and trust, so characteristic of our youngest family members, is both powerful and inspiring. It’s a reminder of what we should all strive to embrace from time to time. This year, I hope we can all take a moment to really see the lights and ornaments as if it’s our first time. Let’s savor the sweetness of holiday treats, surrender to the magic that fills the air like falling snowflakes, and embrace belief—whether it’s in Santa, love, or each other.
Allow your children to guide you this season, showing you the true essence of Christmas. Let them remind you of the magic you once knew, perhaps years ago, but with unwavering certainty. There will come a day when they, too, may lose that sparkle of wonder. So, cherish this gift while you can; it truly feels wonderful to reconnect with the joy of the season.
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In summary, the joy and magic of Christmas can be rediscovered through the eyes of our children. By embracing their wonder and belief, we can reignite the holiday spirit within ourselves and cherish these moments while they last.
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