As I've mentioned before, I love this time of year. You don't need to celebrate a specific holiday to feel pulled into the wonder of the season. For this brief window, even the most rational, joy-killing curmudgeons find themselves indulging those of us who love to tell fairy tales about flying reindeer; ghosts of Christmases past, present, and future; and a grinch who we ultimately learn to love. We watch old movies that take us back to a softer, less cynical time. We sing songs - out loud - that we have known all our lives. We believe - if only briefly - in magic.
Can you allow yourself to tap into the magic of the season? What great secret might you find?