Between bites, Leo asked, “Mom, is Christmas magic the same as regular magic?”
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I thought about it. “Regular magic disappears,” I said. “Christmas magic is the kind that hides in the quiet parts. The parts where nobody is looking.” Christmas Morning at The Mabel-s - Mother and S...
“Mom. He came.”
Leo pulled out the classics: a toothbrush (he rolled his eyes), a chocolate orange (he cheered), and a tiny tin of mints “for when we visit Grandma” (he pocketed them carefully). I found a new oven mitt in mine—tactical, because I burned my favorite one making the Yule log last week. Between bites, Leo asked, “Mom, is Christmas magic
Not Santa. Not presents. Just… he came. The magic was still intact. We have a rule at The Mabel’s: No presents under the tree until the stockings are emptied. This is a Mabel original decree. It paces the morning, keeps the frenzy at bay. The parts where nobody is looking