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I always like to take a moment to truly treasure what Christmas is about to me personally, at this time of year. A moment of thanks from my heart. It's not about expensive gifts, stressing out over the hustle & bustle, worrying over tiny non-essentials.
It's about The Magic. That very special magic, that is felt in the heart. Remembering the excitement you felt as a young child as you awaited a visit from Santa, about looking about the room when with family, no matter how large or small, and being grateful for each of them, their presences, their influence - in your life, from the encouraging inspiring ones, to even the ones who accidentally might have set examples in ways you might not choose to live as you paint your own canvas. It's about those beautiful, twinkling, soul sparkling lights. It's about giving back in ways that you can, to those who have less than. It's about being a reminder of all the beauty that exists in this world if you choose to open your eyes and heart to it. I was fortunate enough to have an extremely special soul grace my lifetime that I call my Fairy Godmother. She was also a second mother to me, a best friend, my biggest cheerleader, my soul encourager, inspirationalista extraordinairre -- in my lifetime. She believed in me as noone in my life ever has. I am honored to have had her friendship in my lifetime. She was the truest of priceless gifts to me. I lost her last year on this earthly plane to cancer :( -- but she too forever will live on in my heart. To remind me of The Magic. We always loved this as our own 'reminder' at Christmas time:  Yes Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus 
On Sept. 21, 1897, The New York Sun published what was to become the most widely read letter to a newspaper. It was sent by 8-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon, who lived with her parents in Manhattan. Below is the full text of that letter and the reply by Sun editorial writer Francis Pharcellus Church.
Dear Editor,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O’Hanlon
115 W. 95th St.
Virginia,
Your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God he lives and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10 thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Believe In Magic
I still do ;-)
Perhaps in different 'ways' than Virginia is asking, but I still believe in that beautiful Magic. Matter of fact? I don't only believe in it, I expect it.
You see... it's not something found in a person, a place, a purchased object. Nothing as such. It's something found in our hearts. Something we all have, own, can access at anytime. Each and everyone of us. No matter what age. What income level. Where we are. Sometimes we just forget along the way, and need a gentle reminder of all the beauty that surrounds us - if we'll only open our minds, eyes and heart to it.
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