Wednesday, December 16, 2009

When the magic dies

I love Christmas, it is one of my favorite holidays.

I love it not only for the birth of our savior, but the magic it holds for my children.

It brings me great joy to watch their faces every Christmas morning. Their eyes darting from one gift to the next. To see the light in their eyes when the receive something they really wanted.

Watching them look at Santa's plate, missing cookies and his special glass of milk half gone. To see Rudolph's bowl of carrots half eaten. I love to watch them go to the back door and see the glitter from Santa's sleigh sprinkled all over the back porch.

But this year the magic has died just a little. My first born, R1, is now 9 years old. He is out growing Santa. He is beginning to realize that Mom and Dad buy the gifts, wrap them and put them out as if Santa himself came down our chimney and placed them in front of the fire place.

And while it saddens me, I know it is a normal part of the growing process. But I want him to still have that child like quality where the Christmas holiday is full of wonderment.

Full of magic.

When he told all of this over the past weekend. I simply told him, if you don't believe then you don't receive. He then asked me if I believed. I only replied with isn't there always one present under the tree to me from Santa?

How can something bring you such joy and sadness at the same time. It truly is bittersweet.

While Christmas takes on a new meaning for R1, R2 still has a few years to go before the magic fades for him.

And I am truly thankful, because I don't think I am ready just yet to let the man with a fluffy white beard, and big round belly wearing a bright red suite fade into the past.

Through my children I am child like once again at Christmas with all the magic and hope that this one season brings.

Ho Ho Ho...Merry Christmas!


3 comments:

Brooke said...

um...i know your problem. santa isn't supposed to wrap gifts. duh. :P

my mom told us the same thing about believing when we started growing up.

cfoxes said...

My Dad still believes in Santa and tells my son that. He is 12 and wants to be grown up about everything. It isn't what you believe, but it do with the truth. We talk a lot about the spirit of Santa.

Life with Kaishon said...

This is beautiful. I loved every word : ). You are a great Mom!