Last night some Christmas magic came blowing into our house. It was the day when I tidied up all my messes from hauling holiday stuff into each room. I hadn’t given much thought to anything but cleaning up and making dinner. Then it got dark and the record player was humming a crackly version of the Nutcracker. The house felt warm and the soup smelled good.
This is my favorite gift of the season, more than any wrapped present, it’s these magical few weeks leading up to Christmas. The magic is right there for the taking, if you reach for it.