Do you enjoy stories that, while not really scary, make your spine tingle a little? I love collecting mystical stories myself, especially Irish ones.
Here's my favorite: The mother of a creative writing student of mine had an
Irish grandmother, whose surname was Quinn. This mother, an American, had
recurring dreams all her life of an old castle ruin with crumbling steps. Later
in life, she went to Ireland on a tour, and the bus stopped at a castle. She saw
those same steps she’d seen in her dreams. The name of the castle? Castle
Quinn.
And another one: a friend of mine, an Irish-American author, recently
took her first trip to Ireland. Before the aircraft landed, she gazed down at
the green hills of Ireland below and was completely overcome by the conviction
that she belonged there. The sensation was so powerful, she said, she felt like
she could have jumped right out of the plane.
I found another story I loved in the memoir Midlife Irish, by Irish-American
journalist Joe Gannon. During his first trip to Ireland, Gannon says he felt
this overwhelming sense that heaven, or the life beyond this one, was as close
as the next room.
What do these stories have to do with Christmas, you may
ask?
They remind me that Christmastime—and the entire holiday
season (whatever holiday you may be celebrating)—is brimming with magic and
mystery. How else do you explain the story of St.
Nicholas?
He was a real-life bishop
in 4th century Turkey, who became the patron saint of children.
Later, this historical figure became mythical—a benevolent spirit who left
treasure and gifts in children’s shoes…or stockings. This mythical presence
soon evolved to include Father Christmas, Santa Claus and other magical beings
throughout other countries and other cultures—all of whom represent the spirit
of love and generosity.
And children around the world believe in this magical spirit
as strongly and as fervently as they believe in anything, long after they’re old enough to know the difference
between reality and make believe. When I was 7 years old, I was sitting with my
grandma in our basement rec room, watching The
Laurence Welk show. I heard some thumping upstairs, and soon after, my dad
called to us and said Santa had just left gifts for everyone. As I tore up the
stairs, I believed…no, I knew it was
Santa who’d made that noise and left those presents. There was simply no other
explanation.
Which relates to the best holiday quote ever: “Seeing isn’t
believing; believing is seeing.” (Judy the Elf, from the movie The Santa Clause). Why not believe in the angels among us, in the
messages from our ancestors, or in the miracles that took place in ancient
times?
Charles Dickens wrote, “The dreams of childhood…its airy
fables, its graceful, beautiful humane, impossible adornments of the world
beyond; so good, to be believed in once, so good to be remembered when
outgrown.”
So as long as you believe,
believe that all things are possible, everywhere you look you’ll find the magic
and mystery of the season…truly the holiday gifts that keep on giving.
Merry Christmas!
