Stockings are hung, and waiting patientlly for Christmas are two little boys

It is so Beautiful when everything is still full of Magic.

Shoving the lights into the lanterns I giggled to myself. This is Magic. It was the magic that had been stored away in a box in the shed. The magic that we all had forgotten about for the last year. It takes the form of a single strand of lights. Lighting up our world one magical bulb at a time.

Each decoration cast its spell over our home today. Christmas arrived in a series of boxes at the front door. Hunter's little hands taking each item out carefully. Excited.

Stockings are hung, and waiting patiently for Christmas are two little boys.