Christmas is now officially over, but the Christmas songs are still around and so are the Christmas lights and Christmas trees. 

It seems as though the anticipation of Christmas lasts for months, and then it’s over in just one day.  Now we can all breathe a sigh of relief that the stress of the holidays is almost behind us.  And so is the magic of the holidays.

Although I don’t really celebrate Christmas myself, every year I feel the magic.  I don’t know if it’s the lights, or the snow (when we actually get some), or what it is.  Yet every year I feel something magical and special, and I just want to hold on to that feeling.  Maybe that’s why,  instead of taking down my string of white lights after the holidays, I keep them up on my porch all year.  (And I’m sure my neighbors are really happy about that).  Or why I acknowledge every holiday, even though I don’t do anything special myself.

I do the same with birthdays.  I make a big deal about everyone’s birthday…except of course my own.  One of the members of my class at the gym recently remarked that I’m really big on holidays.  Well,  I guess I am.  And I’m not sure why.  But I think it’s because, in spite of the fact that I’m somewhat cynical about a lot of things (yeah I am), deep down I just wanna believe that magical things really do happen.

With the new year almost here, I’m gonna try to keep the magic of the holidays alive throughout the year, or at least as long as I possibly can.  Hey, I figure it’s almost a brand new year, and the world didn’t end like the Mayans said it would.  So, maybe there is something to be said for the magic of the holidays.