Waiting for Christmas Magic

It's dark outside. It's also very cold. After just six hours of sleep, we are deciding who is going to drive to the airport to pickup Kimberly and William. I know the airport better but Michael says he can wing it.

My bet is on me. We'll see.

Mom is still asleep after a fun night at a party in the city. Interesting people, good food and nice conversations. We hated to leave around 11:00.

All my baking is finished and we need to distribute goodie plates to only two neighbors, the others are already enjoying their baklava and cake balls.

After dinner tonight, we are going to another party then to bed to wait for the Christmas magic to happen. The magic that reminds us of Christmas' past, the dear relatives who are no longer with us, the sweetness of hearing a Christmas song that brings tears to the eyes, the warmth in our souls as we look around the Christmas table in appreciation all those with us.

Another year alive. For me, that alone is Christmas magic.