And this girl was enjoying the fun
That enchanting Christmas brings
For it is not about the things
But for a child was born
Which gives us hope every morn
The gift of peace, joy, hope, and love
That may only come from above
Decorated trees, traditions, and fudge
Are all to give us a nudge
To spread the gift of giving
In hopes of receiving
The most wonderful gift of all
For when we fall
There may be grace
For every race...
It is a magical time of year.
Advent is underway. A magical moment.
Rather than classical music as the backdrop in my classroom, there is a hum of Christmas music. A magical moment.
Momma and I are in search of the perfect candles for my windows. A magical moment.
Houses are decked in lights. A magical moment.
I gently placed the characters of the nativity scene yesterday. A magical moment.
Friends and family are visiting. A magical moment.
Traditions. Gingerbread houses. A magical moment.
The air is crisp. A magical moment.
Dear Santa letters. A magical moment.
The love of finding that great gift for someone. A magical moment.
The thought of snow days. A magical moment.
All the giving people do from Toys for Tots to Angel Tree gifts. A magical moment.
Christmas concerts. Winter field trips. And Santa Fire Drills are planned. A magical moment.
The Christmas tree in the hallway clothed in hats and mittens for cold students. A magical moment.
The planning of baking dates, wrapping dates, and crafting dates is happening. A magical moment.
Moral of the Story: Christmastime is magic. May it begin.
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