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Saturday, December 22, 2018

the magic of Christmas...





Reading childhood memories of Christmas on blogs made me think about my own. I always think of Christmas as a magical time. The whole holiday season seemed full to the brim with something only a child can feel... something in the air that was different from any other time of the year. 

Maybe it was a combination of the wonder of the birth of Christ as well as the possibility of Santa and his reindeer flying through the night delivering toys. When I think back, I realize it was more than that... it was a feeling of love and goodwill. It permeated the air... a season of giving (and yes - getting too - but that was alright as it was done out of love and caring). 

I still believe in the magic of Christmas. It's not quite the same as when I was a child. Now trying to feel that magic doesn't come as easy as it did back then. We grow up. We realize that Christmas is not only love, but hard work. I want my children and grandchildren to feel the magic... and I hope they do. It's hard to know. 

I wrote my oldest grand daughter a letter once concerning this (years ago). She believed in Santa and Elf on the Shelf way beyond some of her friends. And I worried when she did discover how things were done, she would lose faith (in the magic of Christmas ... and other things).

This was my letter:

Dear B---,

First of all, I want you to know that Grandma believes in magic...  all kinds of magic.  There is magic in a mother's love, there is magic in a baby's smile.  I know you've seen a butterfly, but have you ever had one light on your arm?  To me, that's magic.  It's in the moment.  Life is full of 'magic moments'... if you let yourself be aware of them.  It's a feeling like no other... and I can't explain it.  But you certainly know when it happens.

But you have to believe.  If you believe, it exists for you.  If you don't, then it doesn't.  Like everything else in life, it's your choice.  You can choose to believe or not believe.  But let me tell you, life is much more fun when you believe.

When I went to Ireland, I picked a flower in the fairy garden outside of Blarney Castle... and I left a penny for the fairies there.  And I believe there are fairies there... even though I couldn't see them. 

I believe it as much as I believe that there's a God watching over us throughout our lives... and beyond.  I can't see Him.  That doesn't matter.  I can feel Him.  And the fact that I chose to believe is all that matters.

I also believe that my mom and dad are still with me... as well as my brother and sister and any other family members that I loved and loved me.  They live in my heart and in my memories, sure... but their spirits are always close to me because I chose for them to be. 

Now... about Christmas.  I really believe in the magic of Christmas... and always have.  I can feel the magic in the air.  Can't you? When I was little, I thought I could sometimes get a glimpse of Santa's sleigh high in the sky on Christmas Eve.  Sometimes I thought I could hear the bells of the reindeer.

As I got older, I found out (by accident mind you...) that Mom and Dad bought the toys (or at least most) that I found under the tree Christmas morning.  It didn't bother me.  I knew the legend of Santa Claus.  I knew that he really did exist... here on this earth at one time... and still lives in spirit now.  The fact that grownups and parents continued his legend to help to keep the magic alive was fine with me.  I loved the magic... and still do.

And when it comes to Santa's elves...or any elves... yes, I believe in them too. Are they "real"?  Depends on what you call "real"?  They're magic... not real like you and me.  There are many many things in this world that we cannot see or understand. Sometimes we have to look "inside" ourselves to know the truth.

So if I'm ever asked the question, "Is there really a Santa Claus?"  My answer will be, "Yes, of course there's a Santa Claus. He may not be the one who buys your Christmas toys... but that doesn't mean that he didn't or doesn't exist.  He exists in our hearts and he always will as long as people like myself believe."

So I guess what I want to say here, B---, is that as you grow older and become aware that Christmas magic, Santa Claus, and Christmas Elves may not exist in the way your child's mind imagined, they do still exist... in your heart...  if you choose to continue to believe

Love, Grandma
















12 comments:

  1. That was an amazing, beautiful letter. I hope she still has it.

    Wishing you a magical Christmas.... :-)

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    1. I think she does... will have to ask her one day.

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  2. Such a beautiful letter. It makes me wonder what B thinks today. Is she happy and feeling much like you describe yourself as feeling? You are a wonderful grandmother, in any case. :-)

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    1. She's 17 now. I think she was 8 or 9 when I wrote it... her friends were beginning to tease her about her believing still. One day I will ask her.

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  3. I absolutely love this letter you wrote to your granddaughter. It is so sweet, and so true! She will always appreciate your letter. I simply can't believe I've missed your posts lately. The pictures of the little girls at your granddaughter's birthday party are priceless. Their expressions are adorable...so serious.

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    1. Watching those little girls and listening to them brought me back to that magic time when imagination took you anywhere... and it was so very real.

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  4. I love the letter too! Very precious and words to live by.

    Like you, I believe in the spirit of Christmas. It is in the greetings given and received, and a sense of peace when I sit early in the morning and enjoy the lights on the Christmas tree.

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    1. I can't imagine not believing in the magic of Christmas... it's there (beyond the commercialism, etc.).

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  5. What an amazing, classic and heartfelt letter. I hope she still has it and will someday show it to her children. Wouldn't hurt to frame it.

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    1. Not sure how she felt about it. Will ask one day.

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  6. a beautiful letter that any child would welcome; thanks for sharing, yes I believe in magic too.

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    1. It makes a difference in your life... this belief.

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