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The Magic of Christmas

Fluffy white snow is falling; roof tops, gardens and evergreen trees become white jewels in the landscape glittering in the winter sun. Colour blooms within every home; tinsel, lights and family members stressing over tangled Christmas lights and tarnished bobbles that were once shiny and new. Christmas trees dominate every home but each one unique for no person decorates the same; some are tatty but still loved all the same then yet others are beautiful and perfect but rarely truly appreciated. Slowly an assortment of presents grow at the feet of the tree, each one covered in glittering paper and ribbons. Joy spreads like wildfire when one hears carols sung, many bring back memories of childhood; smiles form instantly for the magic of Christmas captures us all for we all have an inner child that erases all maturity regardless of age – the magic of Christmas? It’s alive in everyone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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