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They say sleigh bells ring, but I have never heard such a thing.
As a young child I sat at my window on the night of Christmas Eve, staring into the distance for a sign of that vibrant red sleigh.
I’ve heard tales of jingles across the sky after sunset, so why have I not been included in this secret discovery?
Aging takes a toll on the magic, but the magic is still real.
No longer must I sit by my window in wonder of when old and jolly will come to my home. Uh
Or of when the bells will ring or the reindeers will settle atop my roof.
Instead, I stand in silence, in the cold, staring at the darkness above.
A cup of warm coca in my hand, spreading tingles of heat through my skin.
Cloth wrapped around my neck, cozy and hidden away from the breeze.
I know he is there, the magic man, in my mind and in the subtle breezes that pass by.
The world becomes silent as all the real festivities enjoy hiding inside from the chills.
But instead, I just close my eyes and listen to nature.
The wind carrying an enchantment of its own falling onto my skin from above.
Sometimes a moment alone is all we need to feel the magic.
A breath of fresh air in and out of the lungs, whether you are young or old.
I lift my hand to the glimmering crystals coming down softly around me.
No matter of that secret discovery, because the magic will live on in me.
Even if no Sleigh bells ring in the distance on a merry Christmas Eve,
This is all I’ll ever need.