We have reached the magic month once again. Magic is just a word – like love or joy or grace – that we give to something we need to feel to understand. The holiday season is a time for a special magic that, like sunrise and sunset, life and death, comes at predictable intervals that we accept or reject as we please.

The magic is in us. We bring it out when we need it most: when the days are short and cold, and the nights are long and colder. The winter solstice has always been a time when we turn inward to look for light because there is so little of it outside.

So, have a cup of cheer and huddle with those you love to find the warmth and the light that glows inside. And, as always, I find some of my favorite magic in music.

December will be magic again.
Take a husky to the ice
While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas. 
He makes you feel nice.

December will be magic again.
Old Saint Nicholas up the chimney,
Just a-popping up in my memory.
Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Oh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
See how I fall like the snow.

Come to cover the lovers.
But don't you wake them up.
Come to cover the muck up.
With just a touch of make-up.
Come to sparkle the dark up
With a little luck

December will be magic again.
Light the candle lights
To conjure Mr. Wilde
Into the Silent Night.
Oh, it's quiet inside,
Here in Oscar's mind.

December will be magic again.
Don't miss the brightest star.
Kiss under mistletoe.
I want to hear you laugh.
Don't let the mystery go now.

Oh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Oh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall like the snow.

Come to cover the lovers.
But don't you wake them up.
Come to cover the muck up.
With just a touch of make-up.
Come to sparkle the dark up
Oh, with a little luck.

December will be magic again