Christmas was magical as a child. You could almost smell the wonder in the air. There were lights all around. Cookies were rolled out and frosted. Trees were adorned with shiny ornaments. Letters to Santa were scrawled in the best handwriting you could muster. Christmas music played over the radio. Everyone seemed to bustle about in a cloud of excitement and joy.
Adulthood has a way of shattering the magic of Christmas. The to-do list never seems to end. Presents must be carefully selected and wrapped. Gift lists and holiday cards must be checked to make sure nothing is forgotten. The kids must be taken from one activity to the next to ensure their own magical childhood memories. The Christmas hustle is enough to make me lose sight of any magic that was left.
That’s when I look at the joy in my children’s eyes. The magic that they see in the season provides a new type of magic for me. Secondhand Christmas magic is just as real. The joy of seeing Christmas through the eyes of a child is the warmth of nostalgia, the sparkle of youth, and knowing that you’re playing a role in the magic that will stay with them forever.