Despite my somewhat Grinchy posts of late, there is something I love about the season.
It’s not the “true meaning” of Christmas because I can’t believe. It’s not Santa Claus. It’s not the buying and giving frenzy which I find utterly repulsive.
It’s what I call the magic.
This is the time of year when people seem to believe anything can happen. When twinkle lights fill the air, and the world takes on a festive look. This is the time of year where tiny villages decorate homes, in nostalgic reflections of times gone by where people sang carols and visited in horse-drawn sleighs.
It’s the time of year when the magical tinkle of bells rings everywhere, and you truly believe that another angel has just gotten wings.
It’s the time of year when people, or perhaps elves, create beauty out of almost anything imaginable. For example, Kathy (a blogging buddy turned dear friend) creates these spectacularly beautiful holiday ornaments out of recycled materials. Or these fantastic creations I saw on display at a nearby botanical garden (which I wish I had discovered this summer, but will revisit often throughout the year).
But still, the most incredible artist of all, who makes the season truly magical whether there is snow or not, is Mother Nature.