Home for Christmas

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.

Home for Christmas

by Ruth Martin

I must go Home for Christmas,
I cannot stay away.
Though were a million miles between
My heart would find the way.

Somehow you'll know I'm coming.
You'll meet me at the door;
And there inside where Love is warm
I'll be at Home once more.

But if should be I'm hindered,
I'll be there just the same.
You'll find me near in Mem'ry's glow
If you'll but speak my name

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