We need a little magic

I remember the day well, but not how old I was. It was Christmas morning and I had walked over to my Grandparent's place to help milk the cows. On the way home I looked up into the sky that with the exception of a few wispy white clouds, was clear blue. Now I don't know what I expected to see that morning, perhaps reindeer tracks, but it dawned on me that this day was no different to any other. Reality hit home that day, and something in a little boy died.

We all need a little magic every now and then.