There’s a certain kind of magic that only shows up at Christmas—and you don’t realize how strong it is until you catch a glimpse of it years later. It might start with a tree. Not the perfect one from a lot with twine and a price tag, but that tree. The one your family argued over. The one that leaned just a little too far to the left. The one that smelled like pine sap and cold air and meant Christmas had officially arrived.