magic

It's just after midnight on Christmas Eve, and everyone has fallen asleep after stuffing their bellies full of Prime Rib, potatoes, green beans, and way too much pie. Well, everyone except for me, that is... I can't sleep.

I can't sleep even though I'm 28 and big enough to know that Santa isn't hauling his cookies all over the globe delivering toys to millions of beautiful children...and

I can't sleep even though I'm old enough to know that one glorious night of giving, eating, and loving isn't going to cure cancer, banish infertility, or act as a catalyst for the facilitation of world peace...

I can't sleep, because even though I'm all grown up, there's still magic in the air. Can you feel it?