I believe it's different for everyone.
The magic, for some, may be in the dazzle of the diamond ring received from her new fiance who sits on bended knee.
Or the twinkle in the snow falling on the Eve of Christmas sitting fireside with your loved one, glass of wine in hand.
Or the sound of Christmas music playing softly in the background as you decorate your tree and hang the stockings, placing each decoration just so, sipping on eggnog.
It could be in the scent of pine, wood burning, apple cider or red and white peppermint candies.
Or in the night time strolls with your family, snow crunching underfoot taking in the beautiful lights and decorations that everyone has hung with care.
It can be found in the sparkle of your children's eyes upon the dawning of Christmas morning as they stand mussy haired yet bright eyed taking in their stocking full of goodies, the tree aglow and surrounded by Santa's gifts.
Assuring them that, indeed, they had been good boys and girls that year.
I remember the spirit, the magic, the anticipation so well as a child. That shine, the spark, the glow became placid, gray and more dull as the years passed.
Then I became a Mother.
The sparkle, the magic, the Spirit of Christmas has returned.
And now, it's brighter than ever.