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Home for Christmas
HOME... Such a lovely word. For those fortunate ones, like me and
hopefully like you, who have been brought up in a happy, Christian
home, there are few known words that can so call up images and memories
of sounds and smells and scenes. Home. Haven, refuge, gathering place,
laughter, tears, all the threads
that are woven into our lives are wrapped up in that precious
word..HOME.
At Christmas, home takes on even more
meaning as the hectic, joyful season closes in upon us. At no other
time are we so bound to home with all it's warm family traditions,
laughter, pleasant memories, familiar beloved faces,little family jokes
and secrets. A special love pervades everything. Smiles are quicker,
laughter more bright and spontaneous,
emotions are more tender, hugs and kisses abound. Our spoken words are
kinder, our actions more loving . There is a magic that happens only at
Christmas when family and loved ones are wrapped in the warm blanket
called the Christmas Spirit.
And no matter where we are, whether near or far away, at
Christmas... somehow... someway... a secret part of us slips away from
the festivities surrounding us and makes it's swift, silent journey to
that place that is like no other. Candle-glow gleams through the window
and as we step on the porch, Love flings open the door, eager arms draw
us inside and a dear voice cries, "Welcome Home"
After spending two years in evangelism,
my husband , Clyde, returned to the pastorate and accepted a fine
church about two hundred miles away. After living near my family for
these two years it was hard to leave them again for the second time.
Christmas had always been a "big thing" in my family and I knew they
would especially miss us this year, and we them. So as Christmas
approached, my own thoughts were often back home with them. I wanted
them to know I was missing them as I knew they were missing me. So I
wrote this little poem for them. |
