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The Magic of Believing

It was 3am on Christmas morning, and all through the house, a couple of creatures were stirring…in fact, I thought for an instant that we were being robbed.

I jumped up from my bed, adrenalin flowing, and started toward the stairs.  As I arrived at the top, I realized that it wasn’t burglars, unless they had turned all of the lights on downstairs and were playing with the toys that the kids had received from Santa Claus.

As I made my way down, it all unfolded right before my very eyes…there they were, my two little superstars…sitting on the floor, plastic wrapping and pieces of cardboard all around them, in their own little worlds, and having an absolute blast!

I admit, my first thought was to get tough and tell them to get their tails back to bed.  But, as I stood there…a man barely awake…I just thought of how magical Christmas time is for the kids.  The magic of believing, as only a child can.  And so I sat down with them and started to get involved in what they were doing.  They laughed, and I laughed, and I just really felt like I was in the midst of something special.  Tired as I was…

The kids are always up early on Christmas, so in that sense it wasn’t a huge surprise.  But, early is usually 6:30 or so…not 3…it was great!

My wife came downstairs a few minutes later and saw all of us sitting there.  I don’t know what went through her mind, but I know that when our eyes met, we couldn’t help but smile at each other.  Yes, it was truly a magical moment.

Now, about 15 minutes into the magic, I did decide that we should all go back to bed for a while.  Mostly because I was working on about two and half hours of sleep at this point.  So, we took some photos, and organized things around the tree as best we could.  We shared a few more moments of excitement and then headed for the comfort of our bedrooms.

Two hours later…there was my boy, at the end of the bed, wide awake…again.  “Come on everybody, you can sleep when you’re dead.  It’s Christmas morning!” he proclaimed.

That one made me laugh too.  In fact, we wrote it down and filed it as an instant Christmas classic.  And, somewhere in the darkness, I also realized he was right.  There wasn’t a pressing need for sleep, and if necessary we could certainly pull a nap later in the day.  So, up and at ’em it was, for round two.  It was just as much fun.

In case you’re wondering though, I was out cold at about 8am and slept for at least a couple of hours before I got up and considered myself worthy to face the remainder of the day.

That magic of believing though, is really something else.  And that’s what I like most about Christmas.

Christmas time in so many ways makes me feel like a kid again.  It causes me to reflect on that wonderful world of endless possibilities, and forces me to examine how stiff and structured and sometimes unproductive my adult life has become.  I just look at how the kids are always so amazed at the way things unfold, so joyful and so full of energy and life.

When we can tap into that child like faith in our own lives is when some pretty amazing things can start to happen to us, too.  It’s the kind of faith that believes anything is possible, and that wonderful things are probable, and it truly inspires action.

The kids could have woken up on Christmas morning, tossed around a little, and decided to go back to sleep.  But because they knew with all of their heart that they were going to have gifts from the big guy from the North Pole…they likely sprinted out of their rooms, flew down the stairs, and did some kind of “power slide” on the tile, stopping just inches from the pile of gifts under the tree.  Can you picture that?  Wouldn’t it be great if there were more things in our lives that would cause us to react that way?

Actually, there are plenty of things that can cause us to react that way.  We only have to believe.

The holiday season is a great time to reflect and ask ourselves if we in that place in our lives that we want to be.  It’s typically a time for New Year’s resolutions, and that is not a bad thing.  It’s actually a great starting point.  Just put a little time and energy each day into those things that you want most, and see how it starts to add up.  Maybe this is the year that you start your internet business.  Maybe this is the year that you write that book.  Maybe this is the year that you become the absolute best salesperson on the planet.  The possibilities are only limited by what we accept in our own minds as impossible.

There’s no time like the present to begin following your heart and those things you are most passionate about.  Now is the time, and wherever you are is the place. If you really believe in something strongly enough, then you will do whatever it takes to be successful and experience it.

Even at 3 in the morning.

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2 Responses to “The Magic of Believing”

  1. How fun. Good for you.

    I have seen this common thread in other blog posts and I have been feeling the same way. This time of year is magic. Like you said… it is a time to reflect and look forward to what we can do better.

    Thanks Mike
    Sheila

  2. avatar Mike Shippey says:

    This season had a different feel to it because of all the unfortunate circumstances that so many are dealing with, and because of all the doom and gloom you hear out there…but there was still enough magic to make it special!

    Thanks for hanging out on the site and reading my stuff!
    MS

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