: carpe noctem* :


Regardless of how old we get or how cynical we become, there is wonder in Christmas Eve. A vestigial, unshakable innocence held over from childhood.

thinker_plainIn the utter stillness beneath a sky glittering with stars, we marvel at the vast, infinite splendor of the universe. What’s out there? Who’s out there? What mysteries lie beyond the constellations and the moonlight; hidden among the billions of distant galaxies?

We’re awestruck and humbled by our tiny existence in this still glorious world. Here, surrounded by the grandeur of the cosmos, we imagi — wait, sshhh, bells. Santa?

And we believe, for one sweet moment, in the magic of it all. Such is the miracle of Christmas.

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* Seize the night

¹ I seized the post, too, while I was at it. It’s originally from 2014, but with a little extra spit and polish to give it a nice, new luster. Besides, Christmas is timeless. Let’s make it a good one.

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