Christmas is going to be different every year. The children would grow up and there will be no returning to the past.
The innocence now will be temporary. The pure excitement, however, is invigorating in a world filled with hatred and spite.
I will miss today, some day. Reminiscing the moments that I am about to experience. It’s a surreal thought.
Perhaps that is the magic. It’s hard to remember most things but with digital technology, these memories are immortalized.
That’s the spirit of Christmas. The ability to allow one to reflect on a positive note, to always appreciate the present as it slips slowly into the past.
Blessed Christmas everyone.