Magic Happens

I’m sitting here, listening to Phoebe Snow sing, “Merry Christmas, Baby” (from an album called Winter, Fire & Snow). It’s heartbreakingly beautiful. She has segued into Sinatra, then onto another and another.

The music of Christmas works. It creates and expands the magic that belongs to the season. So in spite of sorrow, poverty, loss and pain, there is magic. Lots and lots of magic to be found. In the simple, in the profound, the spiritual and the comfortable. Christmas Is. The magic lives.

Merry Christmas to you.


2 thoughts on “Magic Happens

  1. And Merry Christmas to you! I’m glad to hear that the Christmas Spirit is coming back after the loss of your husband. I pray that the hurt lessens daily, but that you never forget him!


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