Magic of Christmas
In the eyes of a child
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Magic of Christmas
The magic of Christmas begins in a child’s twinkling eyes when he writes a crayon letter to old Saint Nick.
Impatiently he peeks out the window looking for the jolly man in the red suit, when the tiny tot sees Rudolph’s shiny nose dart across the foggy Christmas eve sky.
As he hears the sound of hooves tap on the rooftop, he falls fast asleep dreaming of Father Christmas enjoying milk and cookies, sprinkling Christmas magic beneath the tree.
He jumps out of bed at the crack of dawn making a mad dash, grinning from ear to ear cheerfully shouting, “It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas!”
Half asleep with eyes partially open, their feet dangle over the edge of the bed quickly grabbing mismatched clothes, to follow him down the hall.
As they see their child’s eyes light up seeing a note left by Santa on the empty cookie plate, they recapture a youthful sense of wonder, feeling like a child on Christmas morning once again. 🤶🎅🎄☃️🦌
Since Christmas is just around the corner, I think spreading some Christmas cheer is in order. You might enjoy these articles below.
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✴ My kitty-cats get bored when I write, so toss them a treat if you like.
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