The Quiet Magic We Can Miss While Chasing Christmas Past

A reminder that the greatest gift isn’t a memory — it’s happening right now in your doorway.

A warm, festive living room scene. In the foreground, a wooden table holds two steaming mugs, a beeswax candle, and an open album showing vintage black-and-white photos. To the left is an armchair with a chunky knit blanket, and to the right is a lit Christmas tree. Large glass doors in the center reveal a cold, snowy path outside with a glowing sun on the horizon. — “It’s not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.” — *Charles Spurgeon*

Christmas is a strange kind of time travel. More than any other day of the year, it induces a specific type of emotional vertigo.

We wake up surrounded by the sensory triggers of our childhood — the specific scent of pine or cinnamon, the same ornaments hanging on the tree. For a moment, we are eight years old again, waiting for magic.

But then reality sets in. We look around the table and notice the empty chairs of those who used to sit there. The nostalgia, once sweet, becomes heavy.

Simultaneously, our minds race toward the future. We worry about the approaching New Year, the resolutions we need to make, and the cleanup that awaits us tomorrow.

We become so stretched between honoring who we were and worrying about who we will be that we miss entirely who we are, right here, today.

I wrote this poem as a necessary anchor for myself — a gentle way to stop the time-traveling and breathe in the present moment. If you are feeling the weight of the past today, or the pressure of the future, I hope these words help you find the quiet magic hidden in the noise.

Past, Present, and Bright Tomorrows

We cherish the seasons that drifted away, the echoes of carols, and the joy of the day. The past holds the stories that make us complete, like prints in the snow from our family’s feet.

But the greatest of gifts isn’t found in the past; it’s right here in the moments intended to last. It’s the hug in the doorway, the light in the hall, the chance to be present and savor it all.

The future is waiting with promise and light, but don’t let this Christmas pass in the night. So pause in the rush, let the gratitude start, and keep the warmth glowing deep in your heart.

A Final Thought

Today, let the wrapping paper sit on the floor a little longer. Don’t worry about the perfect photo for social media.

Look at the people currently in the room with you — or find peace in the quiet room if you are alone. That is the gift. It’s the hug in the doorway. It’s the coffee in your hand right now.

Don’t miss it while looking over your shoulder.

Merry Christmas.