Tomorrow is December 1, 24 days until Christmas. I was watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas" this evening and as the show came to it's conclusion, I wondered, does Christmas have meaning any more?Each year, holiday decorations appear in October and sales of all merchandise dominates everywhere. Growing up, Christmas was a time of wonder and magic. We would take a family trip to Vermont for Thanksgiving to visit my dad's uncle who lived like a hermit(literally). We would go out in to the woods and search for a good tree. We would cut it down, strap it to the roof of the car and drive home. A few days later the tree would go up in the living room and as a family we would decorate it. As the kids got older, we took more ownership of what decorations got placed where. You would go to bed on Christmas Eve and we woke up early to see the pile of presents. It was a thing of beauty. It was special. Growing up, the Christmas season began on Thanksgiving not in September. We did not have Christmas in July. Christmastime was a special time of year because it only came once a year and it was such a brief window of time we had to enjoy it. I don't know if it is because I'm older and more cynical but it just doesn't feel that special any more. Good will towards men(or women) is missing in the holiday crowds and deep discounts at the big box stores. How can we get back to that simpler time? A time when families went sleigh riding down hills without a helmet or a helicopter parent over scheduling the fun. For myself, all I can do is to keep those memories alive the best I can. Share the spirit the best I can try to believe in magic again.