Believe

As a child

Christmas was this time of wonderment.

While the world outside froze, our worries melted away

At the idea of a magic man coming to our homes

To reward us with gifts for the deeds deemed good that we have done

As an adult

Christmas is a time

When the world no longer snows like it use to

And our worries are ever present, not just wrapped under a tree

Where we question our deeds for 52 weeks

Wondering if they were good enough for ourselves, and especially for everyone else

The idealistic wonder is dulled as the holiday becomes less about the holiday

As we grow focused on our plans, or lack there of; who we need to see; who we buy gifts for or who just gets sent a card; if work will give us off or not; how the traffic is outside

Yet all it takes is 1 song, 1 movie, 1 smell, 1 memory of the ghost of Christmas Past

To bring it all back

The magic is still alive and well. The older we get, the stronger it is.

We just forget we have that power.

To jingle all the way