Every year, I truly believe that magic can happen. I always spend time on Christmas Eve looking back over the year that has gone by, remembering and being grateful for the achievements and good times, remembering and being grateful for the growth and learnings that have come from the not so good times. And then, looking forward with excitement and anticipation to the year ahead … tapping into the magic of childhood and years gone by, and ‘believing’ (hoping?) that some of that magic just might make its way into the year ahead.
Christmas Eve in my childhood involved a walk up to the local church with my parents for the Children’s Nativity Service at tea time. I still remember being in the church, holding my candle, watching the nativity scene grow as members of the congregation added the various people to the manger scene as the service, readings and carols, took us through the story of the nativity. I loved the feeling in the church; of connection, of reverence, of magic, and of excitement. And it was in the church, that for me, I’d start thinking about Santa Claus coming later that evening once I was fast asleep in bed.
After the service, we’d walk back home and my Mam would cook a joint of ham for Christmas tea time. My Dad would go out with his friends … and I’d wait up for him coming home so we could both have sandwiches of hot, freshly cooked ham, with the butter melting on the bread from the heat of the ham! Before this, I’d have helped my Mam put chocolates (usually Quality Street!), nuts, dates, Turkish Delight and Liquorice Allsorts out on the coffee table around the Christmas tree … and, I’d have ‘sampled’ the treats we were putting out.
I also remember sitting in our living room, with the ceiling light out and just sitting in the glow of the coloured fairy-lights on the Christmas tree. I used to love the coloured glow reflecting on the walls, and just sitting / lying on the sofa under that same coloured glow … it was a really special time of the year for me.
I’d also leave a glass of milk, a tot of whisky and a mince pie out for Santa Claus … with a carrot left for Rudolph. I’d also leave a note for Santa … which, the next morning, had always been answered!!
And then, I’d love going to bed … lying there, going to sleep, believing that Santa Claus would come through the night and leave presents for me. Even once I was old enough to stop believing, I was still able to remember, and re-experience those feelings … feelings I’m feeling now, and feelings I know I’ll experience as I lie in bed this evening.
And I love, that I can still remember, re-experience that magic, that sense of anticipation and belief. I love feeling those old feelings, each and every year …
And I know, that even when I wake tomorrow morning and I become aware that it’s Christmas morning, I’ll re-experience those feelings from childhood of excitement and anticipation and of awe that Santa will have been. I LOVE Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning for the magical feelings they still instil in me …
I feel really lucky and privileged that I can still feel those wonderful childhood magical feelings ... hope you can all feel them too, x