Little Bit of Wonder

What is it about Christmas that feels so magical? Is it the idea of gift giving? The lights? The baby Jesus? Throughout the year I drive through town going about my daily business, passing along stores and people without an expression on my face. It’s like the conveyor belt of life, same stops, same action, just waiting for the next delivery to take place.

Then December comes and the whole town and neighborhoods are lit with color. I find it fascinating. The lights twinkling create a sense of wonder. This is my favorite part, the lights. Well, it is my second favorite part. The first is I like to smell the trees. Oh there is something about the smell of fresh pine. It makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Last year we had gone to Home Depot and we walked in through the garden center. We weren’t there for a tree. The smell hit me. I walked right up to a group of trees, fell forward with arms embracing one and face planted myself into the middle of the sappy branches and just stood there. Needless to say, my kids were embarrassed and my husband rolled his eyes, “Come on! Get out of the trees” he snaps. People looked at me strangely. I didn’t care, I was having a moment. I back out, looking like a porcupine with pine needles sticking out of my sweatshirt. I felt invigorated, customers looked bewildered.

Beyond the smell of pine are lights and they are magical. So magical that when it is dark, if I stand in the midst of them twinkling around me, the tears will roll down my cheeks. I can’t help it. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking, “oh, puhleeeaaase”. But its true, I am not kidding. I am like a kid that is overwhelmed with joy. You should see me when the Santa comes around. My family purposely avoids the Santa. Remember the movie Elf, with Will Ferrell and his reaction when he sees Santa? That’s me. I make a scene, ensuring Santa sees me and waves. But only the real Santa. Not the fake Santa with the stupid, fake, white silk beard. Pffft.

Image by Robin Moreau

There is something about all of it. The sparkling, glittery ornaments that I am careful to touch because I just know I will get glitter in my eye and I would be cursing all the way to the sink to wash my eye out. The tiny porcelain villages with tiny people, snow and of course, the smell of trees and all of the lights. Something magical happens. No longer am I on the conveyor belt of life. I find myself absorbing every moment. It makes makes me feels young again…


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Robin is an Administrator with experience in account management, marketing and job coaching. Her background is executive management, marketing and healthcare. Fueled by her passion for understanding the nuances in motivating her teams to work effectively and efficiently, she inspires through a creative mindset and humor while allowing individuals to express themselves through their talents. Robin's knowledge and determination to rationalize and apply systems, assists others in generating effective time management and workflow. She believes the key to success is through mindfulness, positive support and collaboration.

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