Christmas Eve has always been the most magical holiday. For some kids
it's Christmas morning but for us it was always Christmas Eve.
We would always get the "early" visit from Santa. He has so many houses
to get to on Christmas Eve and our house was one of his first stops.
By 7:00 in the evening we would meet in the living room to see what
Santa had brought us. After our celebration we were supposed to take a
teeny little nap so that we could make it through Midnight Mass.
Oh Midnight Mass. Probably my favorite Mass of the entire year.
It's magic. You go into church late at night. Everyone is dressed up.
They smell good (lots of new perfumes that night). The music is
gorgeous. The church is decorated with trees and lights and a huge
nativity scene.
Truth be told, I cry every year. . .and I have for years. Something about the whole experience.
But it isn't just the Mass experience. The magic continues even after
Mass. The most magical is when it starts to snow while you are in
Mass. There is nothing quite like coming out to a light layer of snow.
The world is so still and quiet--that intensely powerful and quiet moment where you feel that you are surely the only creature witnessing the soft quiet snowfall. And for that moment, there is peace on earth and goodwill to men.
Magic.
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