I remember this time of year being so full of wonder, and magic.
Now its a chore to pull a **** tree out of the attic.
what happened to the blissful impatience of Christmas as child?
Where does the magic go after a while?
I still see it around me, kids exploding from joy.
The carols on the radio were such beautiful noise.
I no longer the feel magic coming from Bing Crosby's voice
I see all the girls and all the boys begging mom and dad for toys.
Family comes together, the weather gets wetter...
and all the magic has died.