Magic And Miracles

‘You’re a big liar!’ Niece to my brother. ‘You said the tooth fairy was true!’

‘But you asked me again and again and again. What was I supposed to do?’

Stomped off to her room, stormed out in a huff,

Back minutes later, still not at all chuffed.

 

‘What about Santa? Is he a big fake?’

‘I can’t answer this. The truth you can’t take.’

‘I can! I can! I want to know! Is it Santa that comes or just you?’

‘Weeelll…..Santa’s a story to make things exciting but mum and I make your wishes come true.’

 

‘I hate you! You’re mean! And so is my mum! Why did you spoil it for me?’

‘You begged for the truth, now can’t take it. It’s all magic, like the Christmas tree.’

Some fair time later, niece reappears, eyes narrowed, a pout on her lips,

Staring at brother with such great intent, legs akimbo, hands on her hips.

 

‘So, Jesus, then. Is that all a story to make a little girl good?

Did you make him up too to keep me in check? It’s a conspiracy in the whole neighbourhood!

I’m stamping my feet ‘cos I’m angry at you. And at mum. You both make me sick!

Lying to me and both of my brothers. Is that what you do for your kicks?!’

 

‘Now, calm down sweetheart. Sit while I speak and the truth I’ll offer to you.

If you can take it then you’ve done some growing. Will you listen? Calmly? Please do.’

Sat on the sofa, still pursing lips but a questioning look in her eyes,

A pleading for sense in dreams all distorted. And new hope so she would not despise

 

Her parents and life and all those around her who promised then laughed in your face.

At ten, such a burden, to question the all then discover that words may be laced

With hurt so acute it’s a physical sore

An ache deep inside, right through to the core.

 

‘Now here is the truth. I want you to listen. Say naught till I’ve finished then ask

Any and all questions you may have. This, your poor daddy’s task.

All you’ve been told is real for a while,

Magic ensues. It all made you smile.

 

Fairies in myth and Santa in legend, unicorns from stories you’ve heard,

Monsters in lochs, aliens on planets. Some just exist in your head.

Most is imaginative and feeds little children. Adults wish they could hold fast

To all that you’ve heard from me and your mother. We wish the magic could last.

 

But time takes its toll and friends tell you snippets and magic begins to erode.

But never doubt Jesus, I’ve never lied about that. He is the son of our God.

He fills you with magic more real than a story, an infusing of God’s Holy Spirit

And miracles are better than magic, I tell you. God gives them without any limit.

 

I’d ask for your trust to return to your soul, your belief in things we can’t see.

God gives that faith. It’s a gift, my darling. A gift that’s pouring through me.

I’ve no more to say except that I love you with a love that knows no real end.

It comes from the source of all that’s created. Jesus, my sweet, is your friend.

 

And He is mine, you’d better believe it. I couldn’t do this all by myself.

Your hurt hurts your father, I bleed when you bleed, I feel what you feel. You’re me.’

Runs up to hug him, to wipe away tears. To comfort the father, no less.

‘It’s ok, my daddy. I get what you’re saying. It’s all true and still magic. God bless.’

 

Well, Mark, not at all what I was expecting. But who knows the mysteries of nightly meanderings? 😉

29 thoughts on “Magic And Miracles”

  1. We remember that time very well too! We (my ex and I), had assumed (there is that word), that the other children had trashed our kids long held belief in all those things that are magic and the excitement of Christmas to such a degree that they never questioned it any more, and at the grand old age of 14 I’m sure their interests were elsewhere. Little did we know. The conversation came up at Christmas to which we laughed about all the things we had done to encourage that belief and what lengths we had gone to so that they could keep that excitement of what it was all about.
    The absolute horror on their faces was a shock to us…they became visibly quite upset. We had done our job so well that they held it dearly up to that age. We felt we were the Scrooges, the terror of children everywhere, ruthless, mean and horrible. To have so callously ripped out their belief and trodden it down…at Christmas mind you…they should have called Doc’s and had us locked up and jailed forever.
    And just to throw the key away, they reminded us of our failure every year after. I still cringe at each telling.
    So, Christmas is full of magic, for the love that it does generate, and the beauty that it creates. Stories are important, but the closeness that the time does generate by bringing family and friends close and sharing what we are is the most important part.
    May all your gifts and friendship be bound with the unconditional love created within us, sacrificed by the one, so that we may all know its truth.

    Thank’s scottishmomus (ti’s a lovely present), beautifully written, well versed and a gift of the season.
    Merry Christmas to you and your family, and all who celebrate this time.

    Mark

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    1. Omg! That’s horrible! You are an awful parent! The scourge of innocence everywhere! Pmsl. Sorry! But I can see you and your ex sliding down the chair, seeking to become invisible while your poor weans sit horror stricken.
      I shouldn’t laugh. 😦 I’m sorry. But it is a bit funny. 😉

      Merry Christmas to you and yours, Mark. Dress up as Santa and make their dreams come true! 🙂 x

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      1. And it was more than slide down a chair, it is forever branded on our foreheads for all to see I’m sure. And I’ve got 5 grand kids to terrorise yet! 🙂 I think for the safety of those poor wee children, I should go live on a mountain top for this time of year to ensure their innocence is not trashed by the horror of an accidental truth! 🙂

        And thank you for your wishes, that does ease the burns and scars of that vision 🙂

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      2. I think the grandchildren are safe. That is a mistake you make only once in a lifetime. And if that’s all they can throw at you then the rest of the parenting job must have been spot on. 🙂 x

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  2. kids – weans – forever believing till we smash em into reality. I remember my youngest talking to her eldest sister – she was about 11. Somehow it got out that the tooth fairy wasn’t really, followed by the Easter Bunny, she looked at me with doe eyes “Please tell me Santa is true”. I told the truth – she hated me there and then – but luckily she forgave me. The Magic went Kathump! 🙂 x This took me back..in a good way I think ~ smiles

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    1. As long as there are wee ones about it definitely retains a lot of the magic. I nearly always had my mum stay over through Christmas and New Year and she always came on Christmas Eve. I”m pretty sure it was because she loved watching the faces of the kids opening their gifts on Christmas morning. Come to think of it my dad was a bit of a wean at Christmas, always wanting to open one on Christmas Eve and then, ‘Could I just open another?’ Lol
      Magic for adults and kids. 🙂 x

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  3. What a lovely story and poem, my friend!! My youngest was 11 the year she no longer believed and we had to tell her the truth, she was going into high school the following year…they start in grade 7 here. She still, to this day, tells me I ruined Christmas. Why didn’t I just shut up! My last Christmas with our dad at 14, he still denied he bought any gifts…making us wonder just a wee bit:) I loved him for that.

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    1. I can get why your dad kept that going. I do love the magic of it myself. I have a feeling my crew held onto their ‘belief’ a little longer than necessary to keep me happy! Now it’s just the youngest who believes but as she’s only six I should be good for a few years yet. 🙂 x

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      1. Our Montreal satelite office closes the 24th so Toronto will take all the calls; I work Christmas day, the 25th and the next 3 days. Then I’m finally off for 10 days and spending most of it in Toronto with family. I can’t wait to get away. They spoil me, and I lap it all up {beams}

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  4. wonderful… thank you… who knows what is real… when we believe we can live in a magical world always… Barbara… wishing you a very merry christmas and happy new year to all your family.. Barbara x

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  5. wonderful ! magick is still very much alive and thriving…
    my granddaughter still believes…her brother, says no but then
    he hasn’t figured out my way of thinking LOLs..
    I told the as I told their mother, who is to say what is real or not, if you believe then is is so…
    just as adults finally tell children their imaginary friends( spirits and faeries and unicorns)
    aren’t real, and the animals don’t speak, a little part of them closes off to the wonders of the world…
    my grandkids were here last weekend…still talking to the cats, and dogs and listening as the creatures talk back..understanding them, as one of the cats led them to see where the faeries rest in Winter LOls…
    I always wonder what will happen when humans cross over and realize what they believed as children was the truth after all…
    I believe because i still feel and sometimes see….I always hear ….

    Beautiful poem and story…parenting comes with know instruction manual because every child is
    so different in their spirits, no one direction would help…
    Take care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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    1. I was telling a story yesterday to a class of 5 year olds about the time I went flying with a fairy. Not one batted an eyelid. Not one questioned at the end if it were true or not. I had to say to them that in my imagination it was all true.
      Next stage up in age, one or two will ask if it’s ‘for real’. Again, ‘it is in my imagination,’ I say.
      Keep going up the school and the reactions start to vary in belief. They all love the story but some of them narrow their eyes and look quite sceptical wondering why the teacher is telling them she flew with a fairy! But you can tell they want to believe it.
      Kids love magic. And so do some adults. I’m one of them.
      It’s great that you have that sort of rapport with the natural world and with your grandchildren. Fae and flighty and mysterious. Blessings. 🙂 x

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  6. This is GREAT. Thank you Momus!

    But … every time I hear of some kid asking if Santa – or the Tooth Fairy – or whatever – is true, I think of Jack Nicholson: “You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!”

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    1. I can see him sitting in the witness chair saying just that but I’ll be buggered if I can remember the name of the movie. Wait. A Few Just Men just popped into my head. Is that the one? I’ll have to go google to satisfy my curiosity. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 x

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  7. Doesn’t this show the danger of even those things we call white lies. They disappoint and damage young people’s trust. How much better to be open and honest with children, right from birth. Then they learn to trust truth – and to tell it.

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    1. Speaking for myself, I’d say no. I’m really big on truth but I would not want to have missed out on the whole Santa/fairy experience. Sometimes a white lie is necessary I believe to save hurting someone. So as scrupulous as I try to be with truth I would fib for a good purpose. Anyway, I still believe in Santa and fairies! 🙂 x

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