Tuesdays are my easy days. No dance, no cheer, no reason to leave the house at all. We ate pizza and I knitted and watched Santa Claus: The Movie. It’s not the best movie out there, but I have some great memories of watching it when I was a kid. It felt to me then like the most likely version of Christmas and the North Pole. When I watch it, I get to be that kid again that is so immersed in the magic of Christmas that no other explanations for it seem plausible. Now that I hold the strings, it’s a different kind of magic. But it’s only possible because of that six-year-old me that climbed into this movie and lived in it for seven more years. I love Christmas.
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