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31-Day Blog Challenge - Day 21: Something I Miss

12/22/2016

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I miss a lot of things. But the one I want to focus on here is the magic of Christmas. There's been a generational shift, I think. When I was young, there was a tangible sense of anticipation; a yearning. We watched the animated specials when they came on TV. We decorated the trees with enthusiasm. We hung lights, cooked, baked, did all sorts of things. And this was even when I was an older kid, and even a young adult.

It's different now. Kids are more savvy, and more cynical. The magical mythos surrounding Christmas fades into obscurity much sooner. I want to blame technology and stuff but that's not what this is about. I just miss it. It doesn't feel the same to me anymore. I think some of it is that time itself moves so much more quickly when you get older.

I try to recapture it by going bat crap crazy with outside lighting and multiple trees, but it doesn't rub off. Do you guys feel this too, or is it just me? Let me know in the comments.
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Susan Johnson
12/22/2016 10:18:15 am

The weight of life has increased as I age, all burdens messier and less easy to pack away out of sight. Still, I put up a tree, love the sparkle and the memories my ornaments bring. I am glad my dogs are not interested in the tree. And there is no cat in the wings waiting to pounce. I miss my daughter being in the room with me but am comforted to know she will be here tomorrow. It is not so much bah humbug as where did the years go? It does no good to tell the young to hold fast to the magic in life. They do not believe much of what they are told anyway. The best we can do is to remark on magic and wonder when we DO see it, a feather, the laughter of a baby, works of art, and oh, the MUSIC!

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