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
