I use to believe in the magic of Santa, of the Easter Bunny, & fairy dust. Now I believe in the magic of the human spirit, the human touch, and the human heart. It's my hope that we may always be young at heart. Not because we believe in pretend things from when were young, but because we believe in the power of people to rise above.
The magic doesn't lie in reindeers and a man with a burly beard, nor is magic the colorful eggs we awoke to find on Easter morning or the money that we obtained for our lost teeth. The magic lies in kind words from a stranger, compassionate hearts, and thoughtful, loving people.
Although I don't believe in Santa, or the Easter Bunny, & fairy dust, I still believe that magic for me has never really changed. Magic still defies what most people don't see. My magic comes in knowing, that people, at the core of it all, are really good at heart. People can rise above. And, against all odds, they too, can begin to see and begin to believe....
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