This morning was the first day our tree was up…we follow the old tradition of decorating at the last minute…and out of her room like busy bee on a mission sprang child number four. Kellie ran to the kitchen, grabbed the stool, and without a skip of the beat sat before the well lit tree (thanks to Kevin lighting it before she got up). “Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells…” and the partially remembered songs flowed through the house punctuated by “Kalen sing…Kev Kev sing….Baby Jesus!”
This is the Christmas Magic we long for in our memory of ages past. It was the time giants roamed the earth. Mom made magic cookies. Hugs felt heaven sent. In these memories, even Dad smiled as we enjoyed another magic tree tree lighting and train run. This is the memory we wish every child could have, and we could share. Experiencing it in our children makes our hearts warm and pulse quicken in joyous anticipation of seeing what St Nicholas left once again…
As parents we too often miss these moments. Just minutes after I snapped this golden memory, I found myself assaulted by four excited children and one just wanting a diaper change. The noise became defining…well for our house anyway…and I lost all sense of the magic moment. I lost it until I developed my “negative.” When the image appeared, I felt the magic arise in my heart once again.
Our childhood faith filled Christmas Magic images are glimpses of the promises in heaven. Like the Star of Bethlehem, these moments can lead you to the home Christ prepared for us all. This Christmas I pray you will find your moments, keep them close to your heart, and let them lead you home.