Posted by: erinmelissa | December 1, 2008

I Wish I had a River I Could Skate Away On

It’s not often I feel like Meg Ryan, but the around the Holidays I really relate to the scene in You’ve Got Mail where she’s trimming her tree.  She says “…as I was decorating my tree…missing my mom so much I almost couldn’t breathe. ”  Christmas was the most important day of the year in my house growing up, and that has really translated into my adult life.  Our whole house was turned upside down for Christmas, and I’d help my mom change the pictures on the walls to Christmas ones, put up the (three) nativities, setting up the little Christmas village, change the soap dishes, towels, and candles.  The house (every room in it) was completely transformed. 

We’d put out the little clay reindeer that Tim made in the toddler’s Sunday school class, the pre-made Nativity card stock that I carefully glued onto a clothes pin at the tender age of two, and the glitter construction paper ornaments Chris made in kindergarten.  There was also the ice skating Snoopy candle that she gave my dad on their first Christmas.

So, this weekend I put out my own little village, mixed with pieces I picked out and pieces I inherited from her, it a way I think she’d appreciate. 

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 I pulled out the Christmas dishes I also inherited and washed them up so they’re ready for us to enjoy.  And I hung the ornaments she’d tucked into my stocking over the years.  And had a twinge of wistfulness, wishing she could see it all. 

Here is a song that expresses my mom’s love for Christmas, and her joy today.  It makes me cry, but I recognize the truth of the overall meaning, so I listen to it anyway, to grieve and also take comfort.

Going Home for Christmas – Steven Curtis Chapman

Her house was where the family gathered every Christmas eve;
A feast was set on the table and gifts were placed beneath the tree.
Everything was picture perfect, Grandpa would laugh and say,
That woman spends the whole year getting ready for this day.

One year the leaves began to fall and her health began to fade;
We moved her to a place where they could watch her night and day.
But she kept making plans for Christmas from her little room;
She told everyone, I’ll miss you but I’ll be leaving soon.

I’m going home for Christmas and I’m going home to stay;
I’m going home for Christmas and nothing’s gonna keep me away.
I’ll be with the ones I love to celebrate the Savior’s birth;
This gift will be worth more to me than anything on earth.
I’m going home, home for Christmas.

All the leaves outside have fallen to be covered by the snow;
The family comes with food and gifts and Grandpa comes alone.
There’s a sadness in our silence as the Christmas story’s read,
And with tears, Grandpa reminds us of the words that Grandma said.

I’m going home for Christmas and I’m going home to stay;
I’m going home for Christmas and nothing’s gonna keep me away.
She’ll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth,
‘Cause she’ll be home.

And as we sing ‘Joy to the World’ I can’t help thinking
Of the joy that’s in her eyes right now.
And though our hearts still ache, we know that as we celebrate,
She’s singing with the herald angels and heaven’s glowing on her face.

And now she’s home for Christmas and now she’s home to stay;
She’s home for Christmas, and nothin’ could’ve kept her away.
She’ll be face to face with Jesus, as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth.
She’s home, she’s home for Christmas.
She is home, she’s home for Christmas.

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Responses

  1. I am sure the way you decorate and the warmth of your home would make your mom so proud. Even your little retirement community apartment was cozy and very well put together…I’m sure your beautiful home is even more so. I’m sorry you miss you’re mom, I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling. Those wonderful memories she created for you are such a blessing! Miss you friend.

    Alison


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