the christmas magic only comes once a year

​I often hear people say they wish every day was Christmas. I don't. Things that happen every day seem to lose their magic. Or maybe we quit seeing the magic. Either way, Christmas always seems to come through with the magical.

I was sitting in my chair watching a ball game last night. It was dark. I leaned over and grabbed the cord to the lights on the Christmas tree. I plugged it in. And just like that - like I had waved a wand - the world seemed softer and more beautiful.

When I went to bed last night, I decided I'd leave those lights plugged in. I wanted to see hints of the magic seep through my cracked bedroom door all night; I wanted that magic to be the first magic to greet me when I woke up this morning (sorry coffee - you can't always be the morning magic 🤷‍♂️).

It worked. There seemed to be magic in the air all night.

I hope you're doing things to turn the magic on this Christmas season. I hope you're finding ways to turn it up and ways to refuse to turn it off.

I love that Christmas comes at the end of the year. Some of us have had challenging years - maybe the magic is a little more welcome this year. I think the most magical thing about Christmas is it comes with hope - maybe even a promise - that a little of the magic will spill over into the coming year.

So while the magic is here, cling to it. Absorb as much of the light as you can possibly absorb. Because the magic only lasts but so long.

But maybe through us, the lights can keep shining. Bright. Until the magic comes again. Because it only comes once a year.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.