The magic of Christmas shines in the eyes of children and allows us to experience this festive season with our own fresh eyes. Mind you, I have always loved Christmas and I am thinking especially today about all the magical Christmas Eve's on Gabriola Island with family and friends, candlelight, music, good food and drink. It can't be compared and I miss it.
As the blue hour descends on this beautiful day, right where we are, and we finalize dinner for our dear Calgary family I send good wishes for Santa's helpers all over the world. May all of us keep the spirit of Christmas burning bright and may we have the best possible Christmas time surrounded by those we love.
It wouldn't be Chrismas Eve for me without re-reading the words of GK Chesterson along with a few other special stories, and I offer the Chesterson one here.
With lots of love, Trudy
"What has happened to me has been the very reverse of what appears to be the experience of most of my friends. Instead of dwindling to a point, Santa Claus has grown larger and larger in my life until he fills almost the whole of it.
It happened in this way.
As a child I was faced with a phenomenon requiring explanation. I hung up at the end of my bed an empty stocking, which in the morning became a full stocking. I had done nothing to produce the things that filled it. I had not worked for them, or made them or helped to make them. I had not even been good - far from it.
And the explanation was that a certain being whom people called Santa Claus was benevolently disposed toward me. . . . What we believed was that a certain benevolent agency did give us those toys for nothing. And, as I say, I believe it still. I have merely extended the idea. Then I only wondered who put the toys in the stocking; now I wonder who put the stocking by the bed, and the bed in the room, and the room in the house, and the house on the planet, and the great planet in the void. Once I only thanked Santa Claus for a few dollars and crackers, now, I thank him for stars and street faces and wine and the great sea. Once I thought it delightful and astonishing to find a present so big that it only went halfway into the stocking. Now I am delighted and astonished every morning to find a present so big that it takes two stockings to hold it, and then leaves a great deal outside; it is the large and preposterous present for myself, as to the origin of which I can offer no suggestion except that Santa Claus gave it to me in a fit of peculiarly fantastic goodwill.” G.K. Chesterton