Christmas time is my favorite time of the year. It’s also a sad time since the passing of my mother three years ago, right before Thanksgiving. There is a saying I have heard so many times during this season; “Home for the Holidays.”
There are many songs written to this saying as well. I’ll be home for Christmas, which is one of my favorite songs of the season. Many people say you can never really go home. I have never really known what that saying means. For me, as I’m sure for many people, home is where the heart is. Where the memories were made and where the wonderful people you shared snowball fights with , pillow fights, dinner, breakfast, doing homework, walking to school,hugs, tears and of course, Christmas Holidays. That to me is where Home is.
Every time I go home, where my Mother lived, I feel a joy and at the same time an overwhelming sadness because she is not there. Every time I have to leave, I cry. Maybe it’s the melancholy feelings or the fact that I am leaving behind a little bit of my heart, or the fact that she is not there at the doorway, waving me goodbye and making the sign of the cross as I drive away, as to protect me from anything and everything. I sure miss her. Home for the Holidays has such a new meaning for me. There is no place like Home-For the Holidays.
Many people buy homes during the Holidays and they start to make memories of their own. I too have a family and have had many memories started with my children. However, the memories of going Home for the Holidays holds a very special place in my heart, a feeling beyond words. Christmas is a beautiful time of the year at my home. We decorate as if we are having a party everyday of the season. However, going home for the Holidays, the place where my Mother lived and I shared so many memories will always be my Home for the Holidays in my heart.
Where is Your Home for the Holidays?
From my family to yours,
I wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year