Close your eyes for just a moment….remember…when you were a kid and still believed in Santa Clause….remember the excitement…the wonder and amazement at all the lights….the sounds of laughter in your home…the smell of food cooking in the kitchen…the singing of Christmas carols…the love…it was magical wasnt it?
The first magical thing I believed in was probably Christmas and Santa Clause…as we grow older and we find that Santa really doesnt exist….why does that seem to take away from the magic of it all? Why does that happen with everything that we find magical….we discover with time….its not as it appears so we tuck it away….and we lose sight…of what it really was that brought us joy in the first place….
I have watched several times “The Polar Express” with my daughter…a movie about a boy who had decided not to believe anymore…and his journey…to finding the magical place within his heart once again…When the conductor, Tom Hanks, said to him and I cant remember the exact words…although I should with as many times as I have watched it…but he said something like….”It matters not where the train is going….what matters is your choice to decide to get on…”
We get busy….we dont have enough money….we work…we forget…
I dont…I love Christmas…probably my favorite time of the entire year…I love the lights…the music…the chance to give to those I love…something to light up their face and know I was thinking of them only when I chose it…the chance to give to those less fortunate…making my own heart smile at the thought of maybe the smile I gave away…although Santa has long been put away in my mind…this is my time to keep the magic of him alive…for many reasons…
Yes…my daughter is one…this year has been wonderful with her…she is old enough to help alot more and we have had a blast…singing…decorating…shopping….wrapping…a joy in itself…our tradition with ourselves will be to bake cookies together we will leave out for Santa…*smiles*…
My father…oh how that man loved Christmas….he would decorate every room in our home…even the bathroom had garland on the windows…he would have the Christmas tunes on the stereo….for weeks…lol….and every year…he would order this huge tray of deli meats and cheeses from our local deli….all these breads…make a huge punch bowl of punch…we would bake for days in the kitchen making cookies and pies…and he would come in from the liquor store w/ cases of alcohol….it was the one time of year he would allow us the taste….me w/ wine…my sister….gin…the other sister…champagne…my brother….beer…and then on Christmas Eve…my house would fill….family friends of years past would arrive….neighbors…friends from his job stopping by….people in and out all evening…the laughter and music would fill my home…my father was never an affectionate man….but gosh how he would smile on these occasions…I never forget that…
I have always tried to keep that alive…funny how lives change sometimes and things change…distance w/ families….my life changed w/ my daughter and my time became more limited….and then my niece was killed…and somehow the past few years it has not been the same…it seems like just another day we try to get through and move on….this will be our fourth Christmas without her….it just seems to be a hill my family smiles and tries…we just yet cant seem to get over that hill…but that is not what this blog is about….
Sorry for my rambling..lol…my memories flood back to me at times like these…I guess I just want to express….the magic that we call Christmas…doesnt have to go away because we become older and disenchanted with it…although the presents were great when we were smaller…I dont remember them now….not really…the only one I remember is this doll named Chrissy that had long red hair…and it would grow out of the top of her head…lol….anyways…besides that doll…its not what I remember….I remember…being with the ones I love…singing…baking…laughing….walking around the neighborhood caroling the neighbors…going to nursing homes and singing for them….the church programs…and most of all….the love I felt…for all those around me…
Wouldnt it be wonderful to remember this magic…..all the time…to apply it to our lives….I know I say it all the time….I am a dreamer….I believe in dreams…the magic of them….I watch people around me give up and I just want to say hey…why? I believe in love….and again I watch people become bitter and treat others like crap and give up…again I ask why? I believe in everyone…that there is good in all….hidden behind walls they have built…and I watch as they turn away from those in need and I ask why?
Before I ramble on to eternity….I hope all of you my friends….feel the magic that is Christmas….find the joy….remember those in need…or sick…or the troops who fight for our freedoms…
Believe in the Magic…of this season…of yourself…of your dreams…and open your hearts….you will feel it if you allow it….
As Tom Hanks said in the movie….just decide to get on the train…*smiles*
Hugs and kisses….and I share with you this song from “The Polar Express”…..of course its called….BELIEVE
Children, sleeping.
Snow is softly falling.
Dreams are calling,
Like bells in the distance.
We were dreamers,
Not so long ago.
But one by one, we
All had to grow up.
When it seems the magic slipped away…
We find it all again on Christmas Day.
Believe in what your heart is saying,
Hear the melody that’s playing.
There’s no time to waste,
There so much to celebrate.
Believe in what you feel inside,
Give your dreams the wings to fly.
You have everything you need, if you just believe.
Trains move quickly
To their journey’s end.
Destinations…
Are where we begin again.
Ships go sailing,
Far across the sea.
Trusting starlight,
To get where they need to be.
When it seems that we have lost our way…
We find ourselves again on Christmas Day.
Believe in what your heart is saying,
Hear the melody that’s playing
There’s no time to waste,
There so much to celebrate.
Believe in what you feel inside,
And give your dreams the wings to fly.
You have everything you need, if you just Believe.
If you just believe.
If you just believe.
If you just believe…just believe…just believe.
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