12/18/2009

I'll be home for Christmas

As I sit here, sipping my “congo bongo” tea and listening and watching the holiday music videos on TV a normal yet almost tragic song comes on… “I’ll be home for Christmas.”  (click here) 

If only in my dreams, the song eerily states.

I dream about having a home to go to, like a normal 31 year old would.  Buying presents for my parents, and sitting with my boys creating pictures and crafts to give them.  Driving to their house for Christmas Eve dinner, gathering around the tree, and having a cup or two of my mother’s spiced rum tea. 

Seeing my boys climb into their footed pj’s and Hayden and Gavin cuddling up to my parents in front of the tree.  Then heading to midnight mass, smelling the intoxicating scents of Christmas and sitting next to the large nativity scene.  While I hold my boys as they sleep, and the carolers sing the classic tales of Christmas Past and Future.

I picture this in my head as if it was real, holding onto that thought deep inside my heart for a moment of time – while a smile runs across my face and tears fill up my eyes.

I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.

Dec 18, 2009 1:45:54 PM

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