Growing up, I remember Christmas being such a magical time.
Everything was warm and cozy.
Everything was a celebration worthy of excitement and awe.
Curly hair, fancy dresses,
Then I grew up,
Magic has been replaced by professional schedule juggling.
Sometimes I long for that youthful ignorance
The one that brings all the magic with it.
Then, on nights like tonight.
When the house is blissfully quiet.
All the lights are out, and I'm sitting here in the dark
With a coffee, a blanket and my dog.
Enjoying the lights of my tree.
I can feel magic.