In the hustle and bustle of the holiday,
It’s so easy to forget to breathe,
To take time to appreciate the beauty around us,
The special magic.
I run from one thing to another,
Stress beating its voodoo pulse in my veins,
With no real idea of where or why.
But then…
Through the haze of the chaos I begin to see-
Brightly colored lights, festive and glowing,
The gentle smile of an old woman as she looks at me with knowing eyes,
A small child whose face shines with wonder at the magic of the season,
People reaching out to help one another.
So much beauty and joy everywhere.
When did I let my own wonder be blinded by worry and stress?
I remember the Christmases of my childhood,
When money was spare but love abundant,
I awoke to magic, the living room crackling with it.
We pounded out Christmas carols on the horribly out of tune piano, our laughter mixing with song.
I believed.
I still do.
This is the season to remember. To become a child again, if only for a while.
What a gift that is.
