Today I was reminded of the magic of Christmas through the eyes of a child. My aunt and I went to Macy’s in Philadelphia. We saw the light show. When I was a child, one of my fondest memories of my grandfather was the time that he took my sister, my aunt and me to the light show–at the time, we went to Wanamakers. We took the train, so I remember walking up the stairs, the smell of the city, new to my nose, and all of the people.
The light show hasn’t changed all that much…the twinkling lights, the order of the songs, the wide-eyed wonder of a large crowd of children, watching an amazing display. I was a seven-year-old child again mesmerized. I have to admit…I thoroughly enjoyed seeing life through the eyes of a child again.
Then we walked through the Dickens’ Village, also in Macy’s. It was lovely…a walk-through rendition of A Christmas Carol. Very nice. Even though I expected it, the end part when Scrooge has his change of heart always makes me cry. The jolly old guy who told me “Bah humbug” when I refused to sit on Father Christmas’ lap…he’s another story. I wanted to sock him.
I love Christmas. It is my favorite time of the year. And, for this adult, some of the magic has been recpatured.
It helps that I am falling more deeply in love with my Savior each day as well.