One of the things I love most about Christmas is the magic. Seeing the wonder and delight in a child's eye fills my heart with hope and love. I am reminded of the good in the world and what could happen when we believe in something.
I believed in Santa Claus for a long time. Even though I don't remember how old I was when I stopped believing I remember how it all went down. Each year my brothers and I would write letters to Santa and leave them on our dressers. When we were safely nestled into bed the jolly old man would come in and scoop them up, or so we thought.
The year I was on the fence about Santa I went through with writing my letter as usual and left it on my dresser. The one thing I didn't do that I normally did was tell my parents that the letter was there. This was my test. When I went to bed that night I secretly wished the letter would be gone in the morning but had a feeling that it wasn't going to be.
Just as I suspected upon waking the letter was still there. There was no Santa Claus after all. Knowing this was upsetting but it didn't squash my hope. I still loved the idea of believing and the wonderment and awe that filled the days around the holiday.
Today that joy of wonderment is still with me as I watch my nieces believe. It lights me up to see the delight and excitement in those little girls eyes. Having kids around during the holidays brings a whole new dimension of joy to the holiday spirit.
I may not believe in Santa any more, but I do believe that there is power in hope and coming together. I believe that when we choose love we find a joyful path. I believe that family and friends are what matters most in this world and that above all else we must choose kindness. I believe that there is joy to unearth in the every day and that we must appreciate these little moment. When I choose to believe in something I know that my heart opens up a little bit more and that is needed in this world.
What do you believe in? What gives you hope, lights you up and opens you up?