Thursday, December 22, 2011


. . . Imagine . . .

Have you ever wondered what you would do if you came home for Christmas to find a 'for sale' sign in your front yard? Nothing in the cupboards. No food.  No dishes, pots or pans. No carpet on the floor. No bedding or basic living necessities. No furnishings or family pictures on the walls.  An empty shell of what you remembered home should be. Cold. Unfamiliar.

Have you ever imagined cringing at the word 'home'?

Imagine if one of your loved ones suddenly disappeared.  Their absence would leave a gaping hole in all holiday festivities.  You would start remembering things you did together.  Like 'that was the Christmas ornament they gave me when . . .'  Or  'last year we baked Christmas cookies together'.  Or  'I never would have gotten away with this if he/she were here.'    Everyday tasks would drag out another dusty memory from the past.  Simple things have significant impacts that link the tradition to the heart.

Although your parents wake you for church the day after getting home, please cherish that. When you have to stay home and babysit while others are out, make the best of it.

Remember the smells of home and the way the fire crackles on the hearth. Observe how the warm glow casts flickering shadows across the faces of your loved ones.

Warm bread, fresh out of the oven.  The poignant smell of balsam fir in the living room.  Excitement in the air.  Snowflakes leaving yet another pure white blanket.  Bing Crosby singing classics somewhere in the background.

Sit close to mom, put your arm around her, tell her how much she means to you; it may be the last chance to share your heart.  Give dad a hug, laugh at his lame jokes.  Help out mom by setting the table and taking out the trash.  Help out dad by changing the oil and accompanying him to the local hardware store when something breaks down.  Play a game with your little siblings . . . your time alone means the world to them.

 . . . take time to imagine.  you may wake up and the world could be an entirely different place . . .

Be Grateful.