What Christmas Means to Me - The Magic of Childhood

Candles burnin' low,
Lot's of mistle toe.
Lot's of snow and ice,
Everywhere we go.
Choirs singin' carols,
Right outside my door.
That's what Christmas Means to me my love.

In 1967 Stevie Wonder released That's What Christmas Means to Me. The song is a love song that describes a romantic relationship and the pleasures of a material world at Christmas.

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This week I'll be writing about what Christmas means to me. This is the first of a five part series.

What Christmas Means to Me Part I of V: The Magic of Childhood

Who is not amazed at the magic of childhood? It is especially evident at Christmas time; the look in a child's eyes, the anticipation on a child's face, the excitement in child's body, and the whirlwind of thoughts racing through a child's mind. Children live in a world where their dreams really do come true. At Christmas, they dream of Santa Claus who magically travels the world to give gifts to good little boys and girls. On Christmas morning, their dreams come true!

We all know the why and the how of a child's dream coming true on Christmas morning. But, in order for their dream to come true. They must first start with a dream. That's the magic of childhood. Children are creative by nature. They allow their minds to take them places where they've never been, to do things that they never done, and to become any person that they choose to be. In addition to their creativity, they believe that their dreams really will come true. Their belief allows them to live their dreams. The formula for the magic of childhood is creativity coupled with an unfailing belief.

Sadly, the magic seems to wane as a child grows older. For most adults, the magic disappears completely. It disappears because our creativity gives way to conformity and belief gives way to doubt. We no longer can see things, or be things that don't exist. The magic disappears because we allowed the opinions of others to poison the creative thinking process and destroy our belief systems. We worry about what other people might think or say about us. The poison of others slowly works to become a self-induced poisoning, where we tell ourselves that dreams are for dreamers, and if we did dare to dream, it would never come true for us.

This Christmas I ask that you search for the lost magic of childhood. Since we were all a child at one time, we possess the magic. You never lost it, you simply allowed others to convince you not to use it. When you begin to dream like a child and believe that dreams really do come true - watch out! Who knows where your dreams will take you and what your dreams will allow you to do.

Don't believe me, ask a child!

Christmas is about the Magic of Childhood ... and that's what Christmas means to me!

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It's your life: live it, love it & celebrate it!