A snowy aisle of pine trees.
“Ring-a-ling, (Ring-a-ling) hear them ring (ting-a-ling) soon it will be Christmas day,” wrote Jay Livingston and Ray Evans.
On a cold December day, popcorn is popped as my grandma and I prepared our thread and needles. While we strung our garlands, the aroma of homemade sugar cookies flooded the home.
Another day, my parents and I searched for the most perfect Christmas tree. The snow crunched beneath our feet as we treaded through the many aisles of pine trees. We debated and explored until we all laid our eyes upon the winning tree.
The scent of pine quickly filled the living room as we brought the freshly cut Christmas tree inside. We placed each strand of lights with care and perfection on the branches. Each ornament was placed precisely, as we reminisced through the years displayed on the homemade ones.
On Christmas Eve the warm glow of candles illuminated the stained-glass windows of the church, and inside the joyful voices sang.
“O holy night the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth.”
After the service my family returned home and listened to the Santa updates on the scanner. I remembered my younger self always running away, scared out of my wits, that Santa would not come if I wasn’t fast asleep.
The freshly cut Christmas tree decorated with perfection.
Christmas morning arrived and I immediately peeked out my window to see if the ground was covered in a white blanket of snow. I hopped out of bed and found my stocking lying closely nearby. After opening the thoughtful gifts inside, I rushed down to greet my parents.
We all gathered in the living room where we opened the presents we had bought for each other. Being able to give has always been the greatest gift of all.
Tis’ the season to give thanks and to surround ourselves with loved ones. Christmas is the time of year to regenerate the ability to simply believe in the magic of the holiday season.
“Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see,” said the Conductor in the Polar Express.
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