My favorite Christmas memory is a little one. My son and I attended Christmas Eve services in our little town. As we left the church that night, snow had started falling, coating the cars and streets with a white dusting. Not enough to be a problem driving, but the world was almost silent in the storm.
Many times I only think of the trouble a snow storm brings. The bad roads, the slippery sidewalks, the need for more layers.
But that night, the world was magical again.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and find your piece of magic in the season.