Elusive, it seems to hide. Many have given up, reconciled to its lack. The magic has fled, an empty curnal, replaced by gifts, cheesy movies, and fluff. Many here can’t even remember it, born too late to experience its silent awe.
Like happiness you cannot capture by persuing, the perfect presents/ food/ party cannot not replicate the joy that used to well up, pervading dull winter with colour.
I’ve pondered this modern lack of “Christmassy feeling” so often lamented. My conclusion? I believe the atmosphere was generated from hearts full of joy at the saviors birth. Take Christ out of the picture (even replaced by the substituted Santa) and the heart and magic goes out of Christmas. We must find it in our hearts, in our loves, if we are to find it at all.