Christmas Through the Eyes of Yesterday's Child
Remembering Christmas Magic
Do you remember the joy you felt at Christmas when you were a child? The excitement about catching snowflakes on a dark-colored scarf and seeing how each one was different; no two alike. The thrill of speeding down a hillside on a worn hand-me-down but trusty sled. Do you remember how the moonlight made snow covered trees and roofs glisten and sparkle?
Do you remember seeing the first lighted storefront window or decorated tree in a lawn? Seeing twinkling lights, pretty dolls, and shiny trucks that filled you with excitement and wonder? Everything was so innocent; so magical. Every kid filled with anticipation of Santa's arrival. The must be good because Santa could see everything they did.
If you were lucky enough to have a television and saw that magical sleigh with Santa and his elves arriving in front of Macy's at the end of the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Or, perhaps you listened to Santa on the radio while he read letters he received from children. Do you remember sending Santa a letter and hoping all your wishes would be loaded on his sleigh?
Do you remember the excitement of decorating the tree? Every ornament had a special place and each one was precious. Do you remember those icicles that magically glowed when the lights were turned off? How you struggled to hand each tinsel icicle perfectly, one by one. When each bauble brought to mind a memory of the year before? Do you remember when Christmas decorations were brought from the attic instead of buying new ones each year? And when the tree was decorated and mom and dad turned out the lights – oh, what a breathtaking sight it was!
Do you remember the train track that was so carefully placed around the tree? Inside the track there was maybe a barn, bridge, church, or a small town. Perhaps there was a railroad crossing signal that lighted as the train got near. Small puffs of smoke would float out from the train stack while it chugged and whistled around the tree. Do you remember your heart beating a bit faster as the engine light shown brightly as it came from the behind the tree? Do you remember how carefully the tiny wheels of the engine and cars were placed on the track? Oh, it was a joyful sight, indeed!
Do you remember the excitement of finding packages wrapped with shining bows beneath the Christmas tree? No, there wasn't a room full of packages, not then, maybe just three or four things for each of your sisters and brothers. And, maybe only one or two had toys while others had a pair of new jeans or boots. But each gift was magical and truly exciting. Do you remember finding an orange under the Christmas tree? What a special treat a small box of candy and an orange was in the hands of any child.
Do you remember the Christmas carols that everyone sang in your church? Do you remember the smell of the freshly cut evergreen that stood at the front near the pulpit? Do you remember the good wishes and cheer every family had for another? It was a joyous time, for sure.
And, the smells – oh, the smells from mom's kitchen! Can you remember the delicious Christmas smells of home? Smells that made you feel good, smells that only came from your mom's kitchen, and smells that made your home special and alive. Mothers made pies, cookies, cakes and candy. There was taffy pulling, gingerbread men, and sugar cookies to be had. Mothers made white and sweet potatoes, home canned vegetables, homemade gravy and of course, the crowning touch to any Christmas table; THE turkey!
Do you remember the magic in the air on Christmas Eve? Waiting for something mysterious and magical to happen. Do you remember listening for the sound of bells jingling as eight tiny reindeer pranced through the sky pulling Santa and his sleigh towards your house? Sometimes, listening so intently that ordinary sounds seemed magical. Yes, Santa was on his way and you must be asleep or he would pass your house by! Eagerly you climbed into your bed and closed your eyes dreaming of surprises that would await for you in the morning.
May Christmas always bring you an ageless magic to fill the heart and eyes of the child that lives in you.
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