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The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling.

~ Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K. Rowling (1998)

On Christmas Eve, my heart goes out to those who will be alone at home, on a sick bed in hospital, or in families where you don't see/get along with each other anymore — and for whom  this special evening — sadly every special effort will be made not to ignore — will no doubt have a bitter undertone of too much and/or too little. I can tell you that magic is in your heart even though it may seem broken beyond repair by illness, loneliness or despair. Do not allow your mean, cynical mind to torture any longer with its narrow vision of life and misconceptions of what is possible and what is not, or of what is real and what is not, for this ignorant Squib¹ would rather hand you down to the Dementors of Azkaban² than having you find the magic sparkle that would enable you to get out of the Chamber of Secrets³ (located, as everyone knows now, deep below Hogwarts and accessible via the second-floor bathroom). When everything's so bad, how risky is that to envision a different  way out? Or are you afraid you might lose something you actually no longer care about?

Your faith was strong but you needed proof...

  "Hallelujah", Leonard Cohen (1984)

May tonight (or any other night), Venus, planet of love, better known as the Evening Star, guide you to your very own Diagon Alley.⁴

Gloria to our ghosts!⁵

Ey@el