“There’s no place like home”
It’s Christmas time and I think of being at home. My visions are of family together eating & playing games.
The decorated Christmas tree and a warm burning fire with stockings hung neatly waiting to be filled with special trinkets and candy canes, chocolate Santa’s and nuts to crack later. Listening to Carols and sipping cups of cheer. Watching snow flakes fall softly on the the cold ground leaving sparkles of shining glitter and thinking thoughts of the blessings of the past year. Ah, there is no place like home….
In my world Home is a comfortable place. I know it is not so for some and it is sad that “those “people have memories not as pleasant as mine. Those less fortunate homes were shadowed with abuse and alcohol stories we would rather not hear. Still some have some memories if they search deep within their souls of a childhood Christmas memory one they can hold dear. ..and some can’t reach that deep without pain.
“Going home” has a meaning different to so many too.
For those who have a belief of a religious nature “Home” is going to be with their maker, or meeting family and friends waiting at those pearly gates who have gone before them.
For the men & women who are serving our country it is a sacrifice to be “away from home” while keeping our homes safe from our enemies & terrorists around the world. Please pray for them and their families waiting “at home” for their safe return.
Some years we travel to be “at home” with loved ones and we travel far & near, while our thoughts turn to those we cannot reach to wish them well, we bring out the Christmas card list and sign it with wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
With all these perspective thoughts I share quietly sitting at my kitchen table, I can’t help but want to put on my Dorothy Shoes and click them three times and declare to myself in the comfort of my home … “there’s no place like home.
The decorated Christmas tree and a warm burning fire with stockings hung neatly waiting to be filled with special trinkets and candy canes, chocolate Santa’s and nuts to crack later. Listening to Carols and sipping cups of cheer. Watching snow flakes fall softly on the the cold ground leaving sparkles of shining glitter and thinking thoughts of the blessings of the past year. Ah, there is no place like home….
In my world Home is a comfortable place. I know it is not so for some and it is sad that “those “people have memories not as pleasant as mine. Those less fortunate homes were shadowed with abuse and alcohol stories we would rather not hear. Still some have some memories if they search deep within their souls of a childhood Christmas memory one they can hold dear. ..and some can’t reach that deep without pain.
“Going home” has a meaning different to so many too.
For those who have a belief of a religious nature “Home” is going to be with their maker, or meeting family and friends waiting at those pearly gates who have gone before them.
For the men & women who are serving our country it is a sacrifice to be “away from home” while keeping our homes safe from our enemies & terrorists around the world. Please pray for them and their families waiting “at home” for their safe return.
Some years we travel to be “at home” with loved ones and we travel far & near, while our thoughts turn to those we cannot reach to wish them well, we bring out the Christmas card list and sign it with wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
With all these perspective thoughts I share quietly sitting at my kitchen table, I can’t help but want to put on my Dorothy Shoes and click them three times and declare to myself in the comfort of my home … “there’s no place like home.
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