Looking ahead to our next festive season, now that we have accomplished a successful and wonderful Thanksgiving celebration brings to mind the crisp smell of pine and spicy scent of cinnamon, the warm glow of twinkle lights, and sounds of old time Christmas melodies softly playing in the back ground.
I just can't get it in gear over here to be able to get myself into the "christmasy" state of mind needed for decking our home with holiday trimmings. My son said to me the other day that he loved it when it was Christmas. I asked why and he said he loved the way the house smelled and the feeling that he had with the house decorated. This coming from a kid who can be heard humming Christmas tunes in the middle of summer. I guess that shouldn't be a surprise. Maybe that is what I am having a hard time catching a hold of-the magic. There is something magical about a home dressed in it's best and most festive attire of the year. Some underlying current of magic in the season. Maybe this is what pulls our hearts towards the memories of the past, the tangible feelings and smells of days gone by. Maybe I should stop looking so hard for the magic and let the magic find me.