For as long as I can remember I’ve believed in magic (in some form or another). The Christmas season cemented this belief for me as a child, when year after year Father Christmas would visit our home. He would eat the mince pies we’d made for him, and drink the sherry, before leaving our stockings and gifts in the living room waiting for us. I know now how truly lucky and blessed I was to experience this magic, and for that I’m eternally grateful to my Mother.
When I was 8 years old we had a puppy called Monty. He was 10 months old that Christmas, and he’d already knocked over the Christmas tree! I crept down stairs on Christmas Eve night to check if “he’d” been; I was so bleary eyed and sleepy that I couldn’t see the gifts and stockings, which had already magically appeared in the living room. As I left the room the puppy must have knocked the door behind me. I darted up the stairs like a bat out of hell. My heart was pounding as I told my brother that Father Christmas was downstairs!
That incident allowed me to hang on to my belief in Santa (and the magic of Christmas) for another few years, and if I’m honest I think that a part of me still believes that he does exist (crazy as that may sound) .
Unfortunately, somewhere in the trials and tribulations of our teenage years, and the subsequent growing up that we inevitably all do (kicking and screaming), many of us lose our faith in the magic. I’d like to think that maybe the spirit of father Christmas exists in the magic of the season, as people reach out to others and try to be a little kinder to their fellow man.
I read about a secret Santa trend that happened in the UK this year, where people left bags of food shopping, or gifts, on the doorsteps of those who they knew had been down on their luck this year. Surely an act of kindness like that might seem like magic to the person receiving it, not because of what the bags contained, or what the gift was, but just because someone had taken the time to show that they cared…
And so, as 2015 draws to a close, and we start to think about the good things that we want to take with us into the next year, I choose to take the magic with me. After all, why should the magic be confined to just one month a year? I believe that the magic which we feel in the holiday season is always there, but perhaps we aren’t always looking for it. If we take the time to notice it each day, then maybe we can feel it all through the year. If you want to make 2016 a magical year, feel that magic, believe in it and make it happen!
Of course there will always, unfortunately, be cynics out there who try to dull your sparkle; as hard as it may seem, we need to try not to let them!
There have certainly been numerous times in my life when I’ve either forgotten about, or lost faith in the magic; but I think that a part of me always knew that it was there (somewhere). If we look hard enough we’ll find the magic all around us- it’s in the stranger who gave up his seat on the tube, or the person who left the struggling waitress a £100 tip. It’s in the smile that you receive from a person walking down the street for no apparent reason, and in the shop assistant who genuinely wishes you a good day. It’s in every ‘thank you’ that you say and hear. It’s in every ‘I love you’ that you give and receive.
I think sometimes it seems easier to focus on negative things and as a result we fail to see the little sparks of magic all around us. I intend to take note of those sparks as often as I can.
I think that if you truly believe in something, then you’ll create the magic to make it happen. Don’t lose sight of what you really want, and please don’t let the opinion of others halt you in your tracks!
I am grateful for all of the lessons which I’ve learned and that now, at the tender age of 29 (+5), I can welcome the magic of the Christmas season, and consciously take it with me into the new year.
I wish you all good health, happiness and magic for 2016. May you use the magic to make all of your dreams come true!