I am a firm believer in Christmas magic. Even though Santa no longer visits the Lally house (I'm in 8th grade (obviously) and have no cute younger siblings to set up Santa's gifts for), when my mom asked me if I wanted to open my presents on Christmas eve, I refused. Same last year, and the year before that, and so on. I still want that fluttery tummy feeling on Christmas morning. I still make my mom wait until I'm asleep on Christmas eve to put all the presents out. I still make her hide them in the weeks leading up to Christmas, and I never go searching for them. And on Christmas morning when I walk out of my bedroom, past my brother's room, past my mom's room, down the hall, and past the kitchen, I still pause when I get to the living room entrance. I let the anticipation build up until I'm ready to explode. Then I burst somewhat groggily into the living room and see all the gifts under the tree, and I know that Santa has visited, even if Santa is my mom. I'm about to get sappy, just fair warning. Maybe it's just me, but there is something magical about Christmas morning. When I walk out, before I even look at the presents, I take a deep breath and take in the beautiful Christmas tree, the crib set with little baby Jesus in his manger, the stockings hanging from the decorated mantle, and how this beautiful day only comes around once a year. Right there I decide that this Christmas will be a good one, and I go over and see what my awesome mom got me. I take a second to appreciate how well my mom really knows me, and my grandparents too. My grandparents spend Christmas with us, and after my brother and I have looked at all of our presents, emptied our stockings, and taken a billion pictures of Dusty, we go and enjoy French Toast breakfast. My point is, Christmas is magical, even without Santa, reindeer, and elves.
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