| CHRISTMAS MAGIC |
| Written by Linda Beauvais |
| Tuesday, 07 December 2010 11:08 |
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CHRISTMAS MAGIC As I fumble, and I grumble. I try desperately to make the tree stand. Sweat at my brow, and tool at hand.
As the tree tumbles, and then I crumble. I ask myself why do I go on? And where has Christmas magic gone.
As I pick the pin needles out of my hair, the sent of evergreen fills the air. Memories of Christmas magic swirl in my mind with glistening ornaments, and color lights of all kinds.
Gingerbread cookies and swirling candy canes, sparkling snow and frosted window panes, flying reindeer and the ho ho ho ho of St-Nick, yes, I remember the joys of Christmas magic.
As I search for the faulty Christmas light, I realize that I must not lose sight, that I was given the most precious gift of all, the gift of memories, of Christmas magic for always to recall.
So as I finish trimming the tree, I see my son filled with glee. Now I know why I must carry on, and I know now, where Christmas magic has gone.
by Linda Beauvais |
| Last Updated on Tuesday, 07 December 2010 11:34 |