Forward:I have long since been a believer in the power of magic, and no night holds more magic for me than that of Christmas Eve, and no, I’m not talking about the “magic” of gifts and presents. I’m talking about the magic that changes the hearts and minds of people. The happiness that comes along with loving another person. But for a while, I had lost that belief. I had only begun to see the pain in the world, and had almost lost my belief in that specific magic. However, a specific occourence had happened to me that caused me to renew my belief in such magic, and so I find myself writing this story to, in a sense share how I felt and how I now feel. The main inspiration came from two songs (and a music video) that are performed by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra; “Christmas Eve in Sarejevo 12/24” and “Old City Bar”. If you have not heard these songs, I highly advise looking them up and give them a listen. Always remember, no matter race, religion (or not), or culture to keep love somewhere in your heart, try to believe in a bit of magic. Merry Christmas everyone!
“Here, the tragically beautiful,
and the beautifully tragic,
drift through this night,
in a last quest for magic.
Their faces are masks,
that so artfully disguise,
the wounds in their heart,
and the scars in their eyes.
Now these scars in their eyes,
never hurt, never bleed,
but like cracks in a mirror,
they distort all they see.
For when the hearts an open wound,
it’s greatest threat I fear,
is that the salt rubbed into it,
does come from one’s own tears…”
There are many events in this world that few are lucky enough to see. These moments are in some cases indescribable, or unbelievable. But the most interesting of these moments, are the ones we cannot explain. Some say these events are magic, others acts of God, but there is no night more perfect for such an event than that of Christmas Eve, the moment our story begins. The little girl sat in her bed, all wrapped up in blankets on the night of Christmas Eve. She was waiting for Santa Claus to come deliver her presents under the tree, and the excitement kept her from being able to sleep. So she sat in her room with a small smile on her face, her black and white cat curled up at her feet and covered by the moonlight flooding through the window. Frost lined the edges of the glass, and outside an untouched layer of snow covered the ground. Moonlight glinted off of the small slivers of snow that covered the pine trees that surrounded her house. As the child looked to the sky for Santa’s sleigh, she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone walking through the forest. Now, the family had always lived in the woods, and no one travelled out that far, nor did they wander through the woods in the cold of the night. She watched as the figure walked, but no matter where he stepped, no footprints were left behind in the snow. As the figure disappeared behind the tree, the girl turned to notice the cat was watching it as well. When he was out of sight, the cat jumped off the bed and ran to the girl’s door. It began to scratch at the door, and the little girl, curious by the cat’s actions, got up to let the cat out of her room. As she did, the cat ran down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. It stared at the girl, almost motioning for her to follow it. The child’s curiosity peaked; she followed the cat down the stairs and to the back door, where the cat continued its pawing. Almost inspired by her little cat, she donned her jacket and boots which were hanging by the back door, and with the cat, wandered into the winter’s night. She followed the cat for what seemed like forever. Deeper into the heart of the woods the pair wandered, until the cat stopped short just before a large clearing. Standing in the center was the figure the girl saw before. He stood in silence, a long, black coat hung from his shoulders, and a hood covered his face. The girl watched as he raised his arms, and the snow began to swirl around him. She stared in awe as he made the snow dance and glisten in the pale moonlight that covered the clearing. Up and down, left to right, and in perfect time, the stranger conducted the snow to some unheard music. As he finished, the girl couldn’t help but clap for his performance. Immediately the man turned around to face the girl. At first she was frightened, but there was an aura that seemed to emit from him, something that showed comfort and trust. He removed his hood and revealed his face. He had dark brown hair, and not a single imperfection marked his face. His eyes were the only thing that could separate him in a crowd, as they were a snowy gray.