That Little Voice

I don’t think I will ever outgrow the excitement of Christmas. Can’t say it has the same thrill it did when I was eight years old, but there is still magic that creeps into my soul at this time of year.

Santa Claus isn’t the magic. Thoughts of turkey and dressing are nice, but not the spark that warms my imagination. Gifts under the tree don’t capture the feeling of Christmas.

So, what causes me to begin singing Christmas carols as I walk the streets in the middle of the day in San Miguel de Allende? Is it the memories of family gatherings? Or riding down the

Is it the memories of family gatherings? Or riding down the sidewalk on my new push scooter (vintage 1950)? Mother’s divinity or Dad’s fudge can conjure up a sweet visual, but that alone doesn’t capture the feelings this holiday evokes.

I wish I could pinpoint what triggers the Christmas spirit that seems to burst open my rusty vocal cords, making me want to light candles and croon ‘Silent Night’.

I guess it doesn’t matter what brings on the nostalgia of the season, I’m just glad it happens. I’m glad my heart opens, a surge of excitement electrifies my creative juices, and I smile at children and old folks I might normally overlook.

It’s the Christmas Spirit, and who knows what creates it, where it starts and when it will end? Not me. I just enjoy the joy I feel as I over eat, and bask in the light of the magical Christmas Spirit.

Soaring Spirits

Angels soar among the clouds Carried by wings above

Carried by wings above the crowds.

Joined by whispering heavenly doves

It’s Christmas, yes, it’s a time of love

We burn a log, drink and eat,

Warmed by feelings we know and greet

Our hearts are open, our souls unbound We taste the joy, spinning

We taste the joy, spinning around

We cheer and applaud the angels on high

Who carol as they gaily soar and dive.

Floating, whirling, lost in the sky

Our spirit breathes free and continues to fly

Holiday magic touches our core

Erasing the pain and healing the sore

The Spirit of Christmas comes alive within

Welcomed and embraced as a longtime friend.

Merry Christmas to you, all my friends

May the Spirit of love last and last, and never end.

Margo Johnson