Magic? In the Air?

From my own backyard.

When the first hint smoke hits the air, my imagination seems to light up with silly dreams and, probably even sillier, hopes.

It's really hard for me to pin point what it is about this season, but somewhere inside of me a sort of need to seek out magic.

It's the scent of smoke in the air, the chill on the wind, the steam of breath, and the ice framing our windows when we look out.  Somewhere in all of this, a season of night and light, there is magic to be found.

Often enough, my sentiment is compared to the jolly ol' fat man, Santa Claus, and the fact that his sleigh is magical and his trips are magical and therefore I'm seeking that magic.  Yeah, that's not it, though I do believe in Santa Clause, not as a jolly ol' elf who brings gifts for us down our chimney.  I believe in the spirits he represents: Kindness, Generosity, Sacrifice.  Therefore, as long as these spirits still roam our realm, I do believe in Santa Claus-- me and Francis P. Church.

But that isn't the sense of magic I'm talking about.  I'm talking about a sense of wonder that captivates us.  The joy found in huffing out a breath of steam.  the fun that comes with dancing in the snow.  the sense of comfort from the fire, and the awe of ice crystals circling the moon.

Though, I know this magic doesn't fill everyone's life, but I'm beginning to think I understand why.  But this would be a good time to ponder ourselves, is it just the day that brings wonder?  Are presents all that matter on this holiday?  Or have we made it all up in our minds?

But then, if it is all made up in our minds, then the magic would be real since we can make our own magic of sorts.  We can be the change we want.