I LOVE Christmas. It's my favorite time of the year. I get such a charge out of the whole thing: the cards, the decorations, the carols, the palpable good cheer. And I love the anticipation I want to talk about that anticipation. As a kid, as is true with most kids, Christmas was all about ME. It was about what I wanted to find under that tree with "ALICE" written on the label. Now, to be totally honest, I don't care what's there for me. Anything I want I can get myself. As much as I love the stuff Peter and the kids get me, it's no longer the part I anticipate ahead of time. Now it's all about them. And I wonder when in my life that happened. I didn't get married until I was 30, so I think it was before I was married. I remember searching out that perfect gift for family and friends long before I met Peter. Maybe it was once I had a job, and knew that I could pay for anything I wanted. I can't remember the last time I hoped and prayed for one particular gift the way that little kids pray to see a bicycle. I started working at age 16,and made good money working in a restaurant. Maybe that was the turning point? Anyway, that's the part of the Magic of Christmas for me. That for at least a few months, I'm really really excited at the thought that I can give those I love something I hope will surprise them and make them happy. Because, of course, the gifts I'm most excited to give are the ones they won't see coming. For Brian,for example, it's not the $159 Xbox thing (that will hopefully be delivered today) that's the ONLY thing on his wishlist. It's a $16 book that I'm hoping will bring back happy memories of his toddlerhood. For Peter it's Lunch with an Imagineer at Disney, something I'm pretty sure he doesn't know even exists. For the moms it's a memory book. These are the Magic of Christmas-- being able to think about the people in your life, and to come up with gifts that they don't even know they want. Sorry for the rambling. It's 6 am on Christmas Eve, and the magic begins in a few short hours.