I remember the times when I was thrilled about the magic that Christmas and New Year's Eve brought about. Like every kid around the globe, I believed in the magic of Santa Claus. Making a list was a big chore done ever so carefully. But once it had been written, nothing could go wrong. Well, of course, playing by the rule »be good« was key. But that never seemed hard to do. I was doing my best and truly visualized the white-bearded man and the reindeer circling the rooftops, tossing presents down the chimneys. Nothing else mattered – the magical time and the excitement and expectation. I was full of fervent hope that all my wishes be granted and for the most part, they were. Moderate living did not leave much room for big dreams. When presents finally appeared my heart was beating like crazy and before unwrapping them I used to hold them in my arms, pressing them against my heart, in appreciation, I suppose. It was like being under a spell. I treasured everything that appeared in front of my eyes, as I was unwrapping the parcel. That was then and we were kids.
- Pay attention to what matters in life.
