Seeing the little girl beaming as she stepped towards Santa at the mall today made me happy. I noticed others watching as well, smiling and whispering to each other. Maybe they whispered at the girl's joy, or how their children acted when they met him for the first time, and maybe they watched it all through a thin film of their own Christmas memories. Or perhaps they whispered of magic, and how it felt to believe in it again...if only through this child's rapture.
This is not a new request. Not by any means. Yet, I still feel compelled to ask you all to have the courage to believe in magic. Suspend your disbelief when your mind urges logic, examination, and open your heart to the possibilities of that which cannot be possible. And by magic, I mean it in any and all forms we've been exposed to: Santa Claus, dragons, David Blaine, Harry Houdini, superheroes, vampires, werewolves, fairies, God, the existence of a piece of cheescake that can make your entire being shatter it tastes so good, the Tooth Fairy, Love...it's all out there, waiting for us to accept it completely.
Believe in the impossible.
"The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world."
-Francis Pharcellus Church, "Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus"
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