Between bites, Leo asked, “Mom, is Christmas magic the same as regular magic?”
Leo chose a rectangular box from me. It was a beginner’s leatherworking kit. He looked up at me, confused. “You said you wanted to make things with your hands,” I said. “Like Mabel used to.” Christmas Morning at The Mabel-s - Mother and S...
I thought about it. “Regular magic disappears,” I said. “Christmas magic is the kind that hides in the quiet parts. The parts where nobody is looking.” Between bites, Leo asked, “Mom, is Christmas magic
“It’s a paperweight for your desk,” he explained. “So you don’t float away when you write.” “You said you wanted to make things with
Merry Christmas from The Mabel’s. May your coffee be hot, your cinnamon rolls be gooey, and your quiet moments be the loudest memories of all. — Leo asked if we can leave the golden rock out all year. I said yes. Mabel would have approved. Did your Christmas morning have a quiet moment like this? Tell me about it in the comments. I’d love to hear your “Mabel’s” story.