You obviously do not know how the world goes.

For in a speck of dust,

Lies the eternal struggle of lives haves, needs, and musts.

In a flake of sand,

Stands the complicated arrangements, many of which not understood by man.

To say that magic is impossible, unable to be thrown about the world from a mysterious fan,

Is like trying to convince the greatest creation, that it on it own it can not stand.

Not to acknowledge thus,

Demonstrates a great fuss,

For ignorance may be bliss,

But this, does not change the true meaning of the world. TISK TISK TISK!!!

How can one be so blind,

The very essence of our world, time,

Is not seen or heard,

Yet it is never ignored.

Why throw away and look for practical use,

Without the unknown, what is there to bring together the universe, to fuse.

Dimensions are understood by some,

Yet all of them are not know, and where they come from,

Only in applied theory do we realize the impact.

Yet they are still fact.

The world is full of mystic and magic,

Some of which may appear tragic,

Yet tragic be only in the beholder's eye,

For any event may be stigmatized.

Christmas is a time for joy,

A time to love, hope, and other such well evolved toys.

Humanity must never forget the mystery about,

For with out it, what does life provide but a great drought.

To many focus on delusional ideology,

Their very psychology ,

Preoccupied in their society.

We must ignore these horrid universal rhythms,

And find time,

To explore the greatness bestowed upon us.

We must acknowledge thus,

Become fascinated with the extrication's within each grain of dust.

Life is a mystery for us to behold,

Its wonders should always be told.

And with this I say remember magic on Christmas, remember the complexities of falling snow