Livy has always loved taking pictures with Santa. Today, she had another opportunity to do so. She beams whenever she gets a glimpse of that silver beard and big, round belly. The magic is still strong in her. Perhaps because she has chosen to believe in something greater. I think it’s a choice people make when they misplace their Christmas spirit.
Hailey recently wrote a journal assignment for school that discusses this very topic. Here are the first and last paragraphs to give you some context.
“It is said by many that magic is lost in children when they essentially “grow up.” Once they take down the fairy pictures and stop believing in Santa Claus, they are mercilessly thrust into the “real world,” and their innocence is obliterated by cold hard reality. Magic seems to not be able to compete with this overwhelming force. Its presence is shot down by non-believers, and once it is gone, it’s gone for good.
There is no specific age to understand these feelings. You don’t have to write notes to a tooth fairy or get presents under the tree. There isn’t a set criteria for believers. You don’t have to give up everything once you leave childhood. The secret isn’t innocence and obliviousness; it is choosing to hold on and to never let go.“
The Christmas spirit gets pushed so far down within us as we get older that it’s hard to find. I commented to Allison yesterday that the air outside smells like Christmas. It brought back a flood of memories in an instant. When I was a kid, I used to play a recorder under the chimney to welcome Santa because I truly thought that was the way he was coming into our home. I thought anything was possible.
What I have realized as an adult is that the magic of Christmas comes from each of us. You won't find it in a store or online. It's not hidden under a tree or in a stocking. True Christmas miracles happen because of the love we have for one another. So let’s all dig deep and make a choice to rediscover what makes Christmas a magical time of year.