I asked earlier if you believed in Magic.
Every year we go to the garden centre, not necessarily to buy something, but just to experience the magic the staff produce with their imaginative displays. It warms my heart so heaven only knows what it does for a child. Santa was very real in our house when I was a kid, and I had some magical Christmases. I produced my own magic for one foster child in my care who had never put up a stocking, and his face when he realised the ghetto blaster we’d bought him was his to keep, not just on loan for the duration of his stay, will forever be etched in my memory.
Magic doesn’t have to be just at Christmas though does it. Sometimes we are so busy with our lives, working hard, keeping our heads above financial water, we sometimes miss some important moments that can never be recaptured, like the first steps or word of a child, the beauty of the dawn or sunset or a clear starry night.
I have seen magical moments of man and animal, experienced my own wonder and joy at being able to pet a real reindeer, and remember my Mum being enthralled watching the ‘doughnut machine’ spitting out the hay bales when she came to stay.
I remember the wondrous expression on her face when my brother came over to the UK from NZ for his 60th birthday and surprised her by knocking on the door.
Not exactly the ‘Izzy whizzy, let’s get busy’ of the magic wands of Sooty and Sweep
but precious moments in my life that will forever stay with me.
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Yes, there is more than one kind of magic.
Magic is everywhere, sometimes we just don’t see it.
How lovely 🤗it’s all in the heart 🤍🙏
Thank you. I have some wonderful memories, one coming out of the train station in Amsterdam and the barrel organ starting up. I felt it was just for me as it was my first time abroad (I was 35 and we had gone to Amsterdam for our honeymoon) but it was just coincidence.
Coincidence.. ..hmmm…maybe it was just for you… 🤗🤍
It certainly felt that way.
One of the major goals in my life is to connect with the whimsy and magic! Because life is too short to be serious all the time! (besides it is fun to make magical moments)
We can all make our own magic with memories.
They’re decorating along the street, it’s amazing
Our High Street looks quite lovely when the Christmas lights are on, but private houses go all out and some displays are just awesome.
I’m in Hobart today and they have a lovely Christmas tree at the harbour
I bet it looks glorious at night.
It does, I’ll share photos on my returns
Looking forward to that!
I’ll always remember the big white, empty pillow cases placed at the end of my brother’s and my beds on Christmas Eve. We were told to go fast asleep otherwise Santa wouldn’t bring any presents.
We eventually fell asleep due to being over-exited and was thrilled when we woke-up early on Christmas day to see that Santa had delivered. They were magical moments.
It was always nylon stockings for us that were hung from the mantlepiece downstairs but miraculously found their way to the foot of our beds Christmas morning. The bass of the tree was a mass of parcels which were opened after dinner when all the washing up was done, but stockings were always first!