Kenny Loggins comes on the radio singing “Celebrate Me Home,” and I get tears in my eyes. It’s a Christmas tradition I apparently have no control over. It makes no sense. The lyrics seem to be about someone longing to be home with loved ones, though he’s on the road. I’m right here in my hometown surrounded by family and friends, so there’s no need to cry over this sentiment.
But I do. The poetry of this song takes on its own meaning in my mind. It takes me back to celebrations of the past. Coming down the stairs in footy pajamas to find tangerines in my stocking. Crowded into a room filled with cousins and chaos while Granddad passed out presents. Washing the dishes with Nana and her sisters after another glorious meal of turkey and dressing. Out in the freezing cold, helping Daddy spray flocking onto the Christmas tree.
The words take me back to these special moments in time. Back to houses I no longer enter. Back to people who remain in my heart, but are no longer on this earth.
May our celebrations be joyous, our food delicious, and our memories precious. Merry Christmas!
Sandy keeps an online journal at her website www.field-days.com. E-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org.