As I was doing laundry this morning and feeling a bit underappreciated  I remembered my father’s “magic sock drawer.”  My mother died unexpectedly in July of 04, and in December of that year he wrote his first (and only) Christmas letter.  In it he wrote that he was doing OK alone, other than the fact that his magic sock drawer seemed to be broken.  For 52 years his sock drawer had always contained clean socks.  Now, without  Mom, the drawer no longer produced.  I was wondering this morning if my husband knew where his clean clothes came from.  I’m sure he does.  But that led me to considering that most people have the equivilent of a magic sock drawer somewhere in their lives; sometimes it just takes time and effort to remember. 

Me, I have a magic checking account that always seems to have a little money in it.  That’s even more magic now that I’m not working very much.  And better still, I never have to balance it, it just gets balanced every month without me wondering about it.  So I guess being the magic for the sock drawer is OK in return for being the receipient of the magic balanced checking account.

What’s YOUR magic sock drawer?  Does your magician know how much you appreciate it?