I remember the Christmas I was fifteen, turning sixteen. I was in boarding school a thousand miles away from home and hadn't seen my family for four months. When I heard this song on the radio, I began to cry.
The version I heard was sung by Bing Crosby and I still get tears in my eyes when I hear it. Unfortunately, Bing's versions were really full of static. Yes, after missed flights and lost luggage, I arrived home in the middle of a blizzard. My dreams were fulfilled that year. I was home for Christmas and that was all that mattered to me.
Christmases are ever changing. We are children, young single adults, parents of growing children, and empty nesters.
Our dreams and our priorities for Christmas change.
But, I think one thing stays the same for most of us. We want to be home for Christmas.
Home for me means family. This year I plan to travel to Atlanta to spend Christmas with my daughters and grandchildren. I wasn't able to go the last two years because of impending surgeries. I feel just like I did when I was fifteen. I'll be home for Christmas.