It’s the same tree that we’ve had, but it always makes me sad to take it down. Tonight is its last night. I tell you there are fairies and elves and angels living in this magical thing. It makes smile even if I am sad, I still get and give presents even if I’ve been bad. Jesus, his sacrifice, He himself being the gift. God kind of magic. I didn’t say good magic. God magic. Where He trades beauty for ashes and the oil of joy for mourning. Where bad guys get changed into good men. Where black sin is washed away by red blood and it becomes white as snow. All of that is woven into this magical tree. Tonight, I am praying that the magic is distilled and sprinkled on us as we sleep so January second becomes the start of Christmas magic being dispersed and dispensed through Mary and I for the rest of the year. On mission. Loving broken and fallen people through the God magic of Christmas. ❤️🎄
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