This morning I mentioned how I’m having a hard time getting into the spirit of Christmas. This is a bit unusual for me since I’m usually the first one to get involved, acting like the perverbial Christmas Cheerleader. Not this year. Everything seems like a hassle. I go to the mall and see only stuff I can’t afford and don’t really need. I think about getting out the tree then fixate on how much furniture I’m gonna have to move to get it up, and so on.
I miss Christmases when I was a kid. Everything was magical, and in my house, Santa was real, reigndeer could fly and once a year everything was right with the world. (Hard for me to find now that I’m a grown-up.) So this year I’ve asked God for something special. I want to be part of a Christmas miracle. I don’t know how it would work, I don’t have any expectations, I just want to bring a little Christmas magic to someone else, by being an answer to prayer. Maybe then I’ll be able to live Christmas like I lived it as a child.