Believe

I'm an adult.  My age says so.  But I hope I never become a grown up.

Grown ups forget the magic.

They forget the echoing silence of a nighttime snowfall.

Or the wonder of the sea of lights twinkling throughout the neighborhood.

Grown ups don't fall asleep next to the Christmas tree.

They don't make lists for Santa or leave cookies and carrots.

You won't catch a grown up dancing to Christmas music

And they certainly won't close their eyes and make a wish that the hat they put on their snowman will bring it to life.

As we grow up and get caught up in the hustle and bustle of life...bills, work, insurance claims, 401Ks....we forget the magic and hope that comes with Christmas time.

Rudolph and Santa and Frosty are replaced with Bosses, Presidents, and the all powerful and mystical THEY.

But Christmas is more than just a day.  

Its a season.  A season for gratitude and a season for love.

A season to be with those you hold most dear and to make cherished memories.

Its a time to remember that the world isn't all bad.

The news may be full of wars and rumors of wars.

Famines and pestilence.  Earthquakes and disease.

Poverty and hunger and violence.

But also somewhere there is a child....making a wish on a Christmas star.

There is beauty and there is magic.

Never grow up too much to forget that.