Christmas Anticipation, Secrets and Magic 12/06/09

A few days ago I received the Advent Calendars I ordered for our grandchildren. The Advent Calendar is of the Angel Tree that appears every year at the Metropolitan Museum of Fine Art in New York City. You can visit their Web site at http://www.metmuseum.org/store.
New York is an awe inspiring and fantastic city to visit. Everywhere you look there is something great and wonderful to see. But, at Christmas time, it is just downright magical. It is just the most magical city one could ever visit at Christmas.
The Angel Tree is one of the most beautiful trees I’ve ever seen. I’ve always wanted to go back to NYC and tour the Museum of Fine Art again; hopefully, during Advent to see the wonderful, magical Angel Tree.
A few years ago I discovered that the daughter of an acquaintance had been employed as one of the directors at the Museum and her first assignment was to oversee The Christmas Angel Tree. What a magical moment to discover someone so delightful was overseeing that beautiful Angel Tree.
The magic of Christmas can be found in the most unlikely places, events, traditions and customs. We all know that Santa has a magic watch. It has countries on the face instead of numbers. He just sets the hands a half turn back and the world stands still. Then, in that magical time he makes his special flight across the globe visiting every home and heart in just one night.
My youngest called me on Thanksgiving to wish me happy birthday and unabashedly told me I am old as dirt and could even qualify as an antique.
I responded by reminding him that age is just a state of mind. He simply
said I state my mind quite often. At my age I consider that to be an earned privilege. He also reminded me of past Christmas shopping trips and his anticipation as I hid and wrapped presents. I would close my bedroom door and hang a sign on it that read “Santa’s Workshop.” Then I would set the work table up in my walk in closet.
My four children would listen, giggle, whisper and try to catch a glimpse of what was going on behind that magical door. My daughter was inquisitive and a take charge type child. She seemingly always had to know everything that was going on, especially at Christmas. She had one particular trait that drove us all crazy. She wouldn’t leave the Christmas presents alone. She had to shake, rattle and roll each one of them.
The last straw came the year she opened and rewrapped each of them. Santa initiated a new policy the following year. Instead of finding their names on each present, they found numbers. Each family member was given a number and no one knew their number until Christmas morning when they found it in the toe of their Christmas stocking. Daughter got the message and knew the consequences would be dire if she dared open any presents before Christmas.
My six year old son asked, “Mom, does anyone besides you know what number is mine?” “No,” I replied. He said, “Ummm, what if something happens to you before Christmas? How will I know what number is mine?” I told him it was part of the magic of Christmas.            Anticipation, secrets and magical moments are all part of the mysteries of Christmas. Hmmm, I wonder if anyone besides The Mr. knows what my number is this year.