I miss life feeling magical.
One year, when I was really young, we were at my aunt's house for Christmas. Before all the actual festivities, all of us kids were outside playing. I heard singing coming from somewhere, but I couldn't see where it was. It seemed like it was just coming from everywhere. I asked my mom what it was and she said "Oh, that's just the carolers.". "What are carolers?" I asked. "they're just...carolers." (Mom was never good at explaining things lol).
So, my little kid imagination kicked in. I decided it was Christmas, there were (apparently to me) disembodied voices singing joyous songs about Jesus' birth. I pictured in my head that the Carolers were a type of angel that would sing in celebration every Christmas at the time of Christ's birth. I could almost see them, up in the sky, among the clouds sing down on the earth. It filled my little self with so much joy and awe.
How boring it was when I found out later it was just a bunch of people going door to door and singing "Jingle Bells".
Mundanity sucks.
So, my little kid imagination kicked in. I decided it was Christmas, there were (apparently to me) disembodied voices singing joyous songs about Jesus' birth. I pictured in my head that the Carolers were a type of angel that would sing in celebration every Christmas at the time of Christ's birth. I could almost see them, up in the sky, among the clouds sing down on the earth. It filled my little self with so much joy and awe.
How boring it was when I found out later it was just a bunch of people going door to door and singing "Jingle Bells".
Mundanity sucks.
