The Magic Of Christmas

by Kelly Youngblood

Where has the magic of Christmas gone? It’s a question I’ve been thinking a lot about lately.

When I’m dragging totes down from the attic full of Christmas decorations, stringing lights, hanging ornaments, replacing lights, replacing ornaments, I’m not seeing it.

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When I’m staring at a kitchen table covered in flour, powdered sugar, cookie cutters, and dried-up cookie dough, I’m not seeing it.

When I’m knee-deep in wrapping paper, tape, bows, Christmas cards, return address labels, and receipts totaling exorbitant amounts of money, I’m definitely not seeing it.

When I’m trying to make a grocery list and plan menus for holiday dinners, breakfasts, Christmas parties, and holiday baking dates, I’m not seeing it.

When I’m waiting in a long line at the store to buy presents, at the post office to mail presents, or at the mall to see to Santa, I’m certainly not seeing it.

When it’s midnight and I’m trying to find a new and clever way to display our mischievous elf, or I’m searching every store in the county for elf hats and red Santa suits for school plays, I’m not seeing it.

When I look at my calendar for the month of December and see something scribbled on each numbered square telling us we need to be somewhere every day this month, I’m not seeing it.

Where has the magic of Christmas gone? I used to feel it…but that was many years ago. It seemed to vanish when I wasn’t looking.

And then, it finally hits me. It’s where I should have been looking all along. All I have to do to find the magic of Christmas is look into the eyes of my children.

I see it in their eyes when they stare in absolute wonder at the Christmas tree all lit-up with an abundance of wrapped presents underneath.

I see the satisfaction in their eyes when they bite into the homemade sugar cookies they helped bake and decorate.

I see the excitement in their eyes when they wake up every morning looking for that wily, little elf.

I see the joy in their eyes when they talk about Santa and how he can get all the way around the world in just one night to deliver presents to all the children.
As much as I wish I could, I can’t see the magic of Christmas through my own eyes anymore. And while that thought makes me a little sad, I do feel good knowing one thing.

Though it can be stressful and overwhelming at times, I’m giving my kids the best Christmas memories I possibly can. And I know they won’t remember if things weren’t perfect. They will only remember the magic.

Kelly is a mom to three wild and wonderful children and a freelance writer for a weekly newspaper. She lives in Mansfield with her husband, kids, and two dogs.

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  1. Very well written and a good reminder at this very special time of year. It is those little things that make the holidays so special…thanks so much!

  2. The absolute wonder of children is terrific when they’re little, but doesn’t really survive into tween-hood, in my experience. I find fiction works wonders — Truman Capote’s “A Christmas Memory” and Pearl Buck’s “Christmas Day in the Morning” are both short and excellent. I have an old Christmas catalog (with toys!) dating from when I was 7 years old that works its magic on adult me. Movies, music, lights, and church all do their part, too.