Photo of the Day


I'll Be Home for Christmas

If you want to know a song that makes me all teary-eyed, it's this one. This and 'Auld Lang Syne.' Both call to mind people who are gone, people who are either just away for a while or gone forever. Especially 'Auld Lang Syne.' But in 'I'll Be Home for Christmas' there's the line, " … if the Fates allow." Total lump in the throat time.

I "made" the wreath above, not to change the subject or anything. Well, yes, to change the subject. It came with just the greenery and I stuck all the stuff on it and added the bow. Not exactly Picasso, but I like pulling it out every year.

Behind the door there's another wreath (we're so Christmasy here). If you're good maybe I'll show you that one, too. It's one my daughter and I made together, when she was home during all the not knowing what was hurting her legs so badly she couldn't walk. I gave her the glue gun and sat with her, attaching what they call "picks," or those ornamental thingies, to the wreath. For that short space of time we put aside our worry over what was wrong with her and she was just a normal kid having fun being home while her siblings were at school. Because nothing's cooler than that.

See what Christmas does? It brings out all those pesky memories. Some good, some bad. But I guess that's the point of it. Being human and all we do tend to hang onto our memories. You can plan on that.

One thought on “Photo of the Day

  1. “If the fates allow” is part of the lyrics of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” (followed by “…until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow”, if you’re going with the original tear-jerking Meet Me in Saint Louis version, or “hang a shining star upon the highest bough” if you’re listening to the cleaned-up cheery version sung by most modern singers). But “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” is pretty damn sad too, given its World War Two connection.
    You can pelt me with cranberries and popcorn now…


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