Sunday, December 26, 2010
Christmas Eve has always felt magical to me. I have always loved Christmas Eve, even more than Christmas Day itself. There was something about the darkness of night illuminated by Christmas lights that fascinated me. I remember as a child, gazing out my bedroom window at the stars, looking for the one bright star. It always felt to me that a miracle was about to happen.
Particularly vivid in my mind is going to Midnight Mass with my father. He always took my sister and me to the big church downtown for Midnight Mass. It was lighted only by candlelight and decorated with mounds of pointsettias. The choir was all children, singing "O Holy Night". Their voices in the candlelight and the smell of the incense still remain in my head, all these years later.
To me, Christmas Day always seemed more like a regular day... but Christmas Eve was magical.