The Magic Of Christmas

CHRISTMAS IS PAST

When I was young, I could hardly wait for Christmas. It was such an excitingl time in my life. Santa, toys, candies and fun. It was a belief in something bigger and better than myself. It was a belief in magic.

This year my 9 year old granddaughter did not want to visit Santa in the mall. Yet as she struggles with the truth of magic, she tries so hard to believe.

During a very slow time at work, i told the story about my granddaughter not wanting to sit with Santa. We all shared our stories about how we found out. I was not surprised that everyone knew exactly how they found out the truth. I was in grade one. It was a few weeks before christmas and my very good friend, Sharon, just blurted out that there is no santa and that it is only our parents who play santa. I was 6 years old. I can still visualize the exact moment when I was told. The coldness of the winter air. The heaviness of the woolen snowsuit. The grey sky. We were running down the street to get home into the warmth of our home.
This is what I remember the day I was told there was no Santa.
I was so devestated. How could it not be true?

We grow older and many other known truths are shattered and replaced with newer truths. We struggle to maintain a piece of its former truth, but somehow it doesn't always fit in to the new truth.
Our lives become a constant struggle of finding the truth without devestation.

I am sad that my granddaughter is no longer in her magical period of life. I am sad that my fridge will not likely have another santa picture with her sparkling eyes of a child in that magical time.

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