A Night of Magic

December is a month of magic.....it doesn't matter if you believe in the miracle of a Virgin Birth or a fat man who travels around the world in one evening, or another miracle of oil and 8 days....there's no denying the absolute magic and beauty of this time of year.  It's the month of quieting down....of waiting and listening.  On the solstice the magic is palpable....the sky is silent, the animals are quiet and rest their bodies....everything slows down....the trees, the grass, the animals....it's a dark time in which families snuggle together on the couch.....people knit, or crochet, or felt.....they tend to bake more and meals even seem to have more magic.  It's the time of candle light and sparkle....a time of anticipation.

For me December has always meant the magic of simplicity....whether it's a long eared donkey named Nesotr, or the Little Drummer Boy....the Island of Misfit Toys or an angel without any wings who helps a man find hope for me it brings out my love of the underdog.....my love of things that shouldn't work....but they do.

December is a time where grown women play with dolls and share them with friends....it's the time when we remember the good times growing up....Red Rider BB guns.....trips to see Santa or speeding home on Christmas Eve because your dad sees Rudolph flying through the air.

I love this time of year......I love that I have a partner who embraces the beauty of this time of year.....I wait with eager anticipation to hear Santa drive through my town the weekend before Christmas.....I love that my little dog loves to open presents....I'm thankful that I have friends who help me find the beauty too.

So, on Christmas Night as I sit surrounded by gifts that were all sold or made by people we knew....or ordered by artisans through Etsy watching "It's a Wonderful Life" I wish you the merriest of seasons and hope for you that the best is yet to come.