This time next week it’ll be Christmas Eve, the kids will be hanging their sacks for Santa and leaving the obligatory carrots, mince pies and alcoholic beverage for the big mans visit. The kids are hyper and who blames them, they know full well that they are about to get spoilt with surprises all of which somehow happens by magic…
If only magic was real, if only Santa did exist! Not only would I be far better off but it’d be nice to be able to put my trust and belief into something so wonderful as a man who could deliver to all the children in the world within twenty-four hours by travelling around the earth on a sleigh whilst being pulled by flying reindeer.
I remember being a child and how exciting Christmas was, the concept of some magical man creeping into the house to deliver all kinds of goodies was ever so slightly nerve-wracking yet ultimately amazing. I had absolutely no question as to whether Santa was ‘real’, of course he bleeding was!
It’s funny isn’t it, the things that we put our belief in? For years I believed that Santa was real, much like I believed in the tooth fairy, the sand man and a whole host of ‘make believe’ characters none of which did me any harm. Yet years down the line when I put my faith and belief into real people I find myself sorely let down time and time again as they turn out to be fake…
I guess true magic comes from the heart, true magic is love and that is one thing I definitely do believe in.
I call it magic when I’m with you
And I just got broken, broken into two
Still I call it magic, when I’m next to you
No I don’t, it’s true
I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t
Want anybody else but you”
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