Here I am in 1951, silently judging the inadequate, ineptly installed holiday decor whilst averting my eyes from the cheesy velvet & pathetic imitation ermine of Santa's costume at a local department store.
"That’s what magic is, of course. Something that looks ordinary until it isn’t. Nothing but a hat, until a rabbit comes out of it. Meaning where you didn’t think to look, until you did. A miracle no one else can see, but you."