Christmas Magic

I usually try to embed a little humor in my posts and then surround it with an observation about the absurd behavior of someone who is on this wonderful journey we call life. Often that fool is me. (Microsoft word wants to change that last word to “I” but I prefer to use “me” because I’m writing this and not Bill Gates)

I do realize that my observations about life usually come from a fertile mind where the word fertile has the same meaning implied as when we say that mushrooms are grown in fertile soil
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I have wracked my few hundred still functioning brain cells for the past few days to come up with a piece about Christmas, but I have failed. And I’ve failed mostly because Christmas has always been a time when I revert to a small child both in my mind and my actions. And a small child’s mind is fixated on the magic of Christmas, and not the foibles of the more senior set.

Some would say using the term magic with Christmas is over used, and they would remind me that only a limited percentage of the world’s population celebrates the holiday, and that many millions of them are starving and lonely during this season. While that knowledge tempers my euphoria during this time of year, it does not extinguish it because there are still a billion people or more that for a few days a year can feel and act like a child again.

Since our thoughts have power. (After all they move our arms and legs don’t they?) I have always believed that conscious thoughts are the controller of the universe. And to me that means that the billions of thoughts over the past hundred years about a man in a red suit delivering presents on Christmas eve has certainly changed the world.

If we really do create our reality with our thoughts then a few positive muses about Santa by each of us can’t help but improve the state of the world even further.

I’m getting excited about that round, jolly guy that all of us created visiting me in a few nights and so are my grandchildren. Not just for the toys I’ll play with on Christmas morning, but for the wonder of it all.

And it might even snow.