I had a flashback today. It wasn’t visual, but more of a sensory memory of how I used to feel as a child. Its Christmas morning, and I’m laying in bed wide awake. Warm, full of energy, beyond excited to run downstairs and open presents, knowing that the whole day will consist of laughter, joy, and love until the moment I shut my eyes to sleep. Aunts and uncles and cousins scattered throughout the house, everywhere I turn, there’s someone to engage with, play around and joke with, connect with. 
Everybody’s present
Everybody’s kind
Everybody loves me
And I love everybody

When did the magic die?