The magic is still there.

For the last many years my grandchildren have come over on the day after Thanksgiving to help me decorate my Christmas tree. Each year we pull out all the old ornaments and enjoy remembering the history of each piece. This year, though, I thought perhaps the tradition had run its course. They are all teenagers now with busy lives. However, my daughter and her two children (ages 15 and 16) decided to come over this afternoon and help with my tree. And just like every other year, by the time we had a few ornaments on the tree the laughter and memories were flowing. We snacked, we listened to Christmas music, we finished the tree and it all felt so right. One more thing to be truly thankful for.