As I walked around the apartment late this afternoon, tidying up a bit before Charlie’s daughter arrived for dinner and an over-nighter (it’s Charlie’s birthday!), the feeble light of the fading day encouraged the decorations and lights to stand out just a little bit brighter. Or perhaps, now that the big rush of Christmas and Boxing Days is over, I just took the time to notice.
I’ve spent the past ten years in this apartment, and if I live another ten years in this same place, it will never really feel like home. I’ve moaned about this amply in previous posts, so I won’t go into again. In previous years, nothing I ever did in the way of decorating seemed to make the place more festive.
However, today, with everything cleaned and neatly decorated, the place looked almost enchanted. I decided that, perhaps, this is the magic of Christmas — the transition of ordinary to extraordinary, if only for a short time. The reflection of tree lights and ornaments transforms beige walls into something quite beautifully abstract. Candles, which most times sit unlit, bathe the rooms in a buttery glow. Scents are more sweetly pungent. Christmas carols wrap around us like warm, familiar blankets of Christmases past.
Of this I am sure — once it’s here, I don’t want it to leave. More smiling faces, more stopping to say hello. More visits with family, more giving, more friendly waves and nods of heads. More conversation, less complaining.
The magic of Christmas, indeed.
Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given–when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes.”
– Joan Winmill Brown