December

Home for the Holidays

This beaming holiday season of pure, silver light
peers crouching and in a whirlwind, swoops down with
it's huge, pillowy wings. Even with all the chaotic rush
this time of year, a calming, familiar place
appears. Divine adolescent depictions of a time held
deep within ourselves submerge. Details, not of
material things, but simply of those which made us
feel safe carries us back and lights our way.

I can still hear my father's whistling to the
clinking, clanking piano keys of the Charlie Brown
Christmas soundtrack. I can see the soft wrinkles of
my mom's silky robe as she sat nestled in the corner
of our couch on Christmas morning, smiling with her
steaming coffee cup. My sister's hand still sits
warm in mine as I am sent back waiting nervously at
the top of our creaky stairs as we asked our parents
for the fifteenth time....."Had Santa finally arrived?"

Now discovering home in my own family brings about an
abiding cadence. I am overcome with a sense of
security as my seven year old's bright eyes
stare up at the sky on a crisp, moonlit night and my
two year old jumps up and down on bubble wrap as his
contagious giggles fill the room.

Pick at the seam of the bigger picture this season,
unraveling a memory far greater than expected.
Savior the smallest of details and as Dorothy said
it best...."There is no place like home."