Ever since I can remember, a big part of the magical air of Christmas has been the tree. Christmas eve in the middle of the night, while everyone was asleep,I would creep into the livingroom. Where only on Christmas eve, the lights were left on , for Santa. I would just gaze at the tree all atwinkle, glittering and glowing on the presents under the tree. Then I would return to bed happy in the knowledge that Santa had come. Even as an adult the tree hold the same sense of childlike assurance that dreams do come true and magic does happen. The other day I put the tree up and just like every other year I sat gazing and soaking in the magic.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Magic of Christmas
Ever since I can remember, a big part of the magical air of Christmas has been the tree. Christmas eve in the middle of the night, while everyone was asleep,I would creep into the livingroom. Where only on Christmas eve, the lights were left on , for Santa. I would just gaze at the tree all atwinkle, glittering and glowing on the presents under the tree. Then I would return to bed happy in the knowledge that Santa had come. Even as an adult the tree hold the same sense of childlike assurance that dreams do come true and magic does happen. The other day I put the tree up and just like every other year I sat gazing and soaking in the magic.
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