That sometime is within me. On Black Friday while I was at work I received a phone call from my mom. When I got off I returned the call to hear here crying. The guys (my Dad and Brother) had left her alone with the Christmas decorations. The tree, the nativity, the ornaments, and her Christmas village were all there for her to put up with no help. As I listened to her I could feel her pain. This is OUR time and it always has been. My mother and I were always the ones to bug my dad and brother to go to the basement and bring up all the boxes. Then we would turn on Christmas music, which drove the guys crazy, and decorate everything. This included me hiding the wise men until after Christmas most years. However, this year it is not OUR time. It is just another reminder that I am far away and cannot be home this Christmas.
Ever since the phone call I just don't feel right. I don't feel Christmas and Advent, I feel hurt. Yet, I still feel love and know it will all be ok.
So I leave you all with this:
I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
and although I know its a long way back
I promise you
I'll be home for Christmas
You can Count on Me
Please have snow and mistletoe
and present under the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams, if only in my dreams