Some nights don’t belong to the calendar.
They belong to the part of us that still believes.

Do You Believe?

The night air was crisp as I stepped out of my cozy Ohio home, the stars twinkling above like diamonds scattered across the dark sky. A soft hum filled the air, and I knew it was time. My trusty old guitar case stood by the door, a familiar companion on many a musical journey. But tonight, it wasn’t music that beckoned, it was magic.

A magnificent reindeer, its fur shimmering with vibrant colors, stood before me. It was my ride to the North Pole. I smiled, and the reindeer bent down so I could ride him. With a nod of its antlers, a vortex of snowflakes swirled around me as we left the ground.

As we soared into the night, the world blurred around us. I felt the rush of wind, the scent of pine and wood smoke, and the soft whisper of “Ho ho ho!” on the breeze. The reindeer’s legs moved to the beat of my heart, guiding me toward the gleaming lights of the North Pole.

We descended onto a frosty clearing, and I stood before the most magnificent tree I’d ever seen, the Christmas Tree of Wonders. Santa himself beamed at me, his eyes twinkling like the stars above.

“Welcome, friend! I’ve been expecting you. Your music has reached the heavens, and tonight, we’re going to make some magic happen.” He handed me a small, shimmering gift, a songbird’s feather, imbued with the power to spread joy and love.

As I held the feather, the reindeer reappeared, its fur now a kaleidoscope of colors. I strummed a gentle melody on my guitar, and the forest around us erupted in a symphony of lights and sound. The magic of the night pulsed through me, reminding me that wonder never fades, it only grows.

The reindeer whisked me back home, and I found myself standing in my own backyard, the gift still wrapped in my hand. The stars shone bright, a reminder that magic is always waiting, for those willing to believe.