Christmas :: essays papers

Christmas Christmastime was always a magical time of year for me. The beautifully decorated shopping malls, with toys everywhere you looked, always fascinated me. And the houses, with the way their lights would incinerate upon the glistening snow at night, always seemed to calm me. But decorating the Christmas channelize and falling asleep underneath the warm glow of the lights, in affright that Santa Claus would soon be there, was the best part of it all. As a child, these things enthrall me. Sure, the presents were great, but the excitement and mystery of Christmas I loved closely of all. acceptthats what it was all about. Believing there really was a Santa and waking up Christmas dawn, realizing hed come, as my sleepy eyes rivet on all the fancily wrapped presents before me. Ah, to be a nipper again. How wonderful it would be to relive the magic of Christmas. Dont reap me wrong, I have always been a kid at kindling and a true lover of Christmas. But as we get one-tim e(a) and we realize that Santa Claus and the North Pole were just stories our parents t experienced us so wed behave, Christmas starts to lose that magical feeling. No matter how much we might suave love it, Christmastime just isnt the same as when we were young. And at a time of all the aggravating shopping hustle and bustle, dents in the pockets, headaches, barter jams and long lines, I begin to realize that God has sent me the most magical Christmas gift of all, a beautiful three year old whom I can relive Christmas in all over. Through my childs eyes, I see myself each time his face lights up at the sight of Santa, and I feel his anticipation each morning as he faithfully opens up one more windowpane on the Christmas calendar. Tonight, as we decorate the tree, I admiringly watched his tiny fingers very well place each of the ornaments on all the same branches until they staggered to the floor. So proud of his work, I secretly placed some elsewhere, as to not breach his fe elings, and wondered how many times my own mother had done the same thing. And by and by a long day of shopping and excitement, I watched his eyelids begin to droop while lying underneath the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights.