A twinkly white Christmas tree in a window at the end of an empty street still wet with rain. And all underneath a star-like street lamp. This time of year is so contradictory: melancholy and wonderful, lonely and familial, inspirational and disappointing...
While I love the yuletide season's vivacious front with all the ho ho ho-ing and spiked nog and shiny new toys ... what speaks to me is the yearning behind it. When I noticed this scene the other night, I thought it symbolized every holiday homecoming that finds you at the same time lost and found, changed and same, happy and sad. And it reminded me of one of my favorite poignant Christmas songs by Walter Kent and Kim Gannon. It has been recorded by everyone from Bing Crosby to Dianna Krall, but I always think of the particularly wistful rendition by Johnny Mathis.
I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love
Even more than I usually do.
And although I know it's a long road back
I promise you...
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me.
Please have snow, and mistletoe,
And presents on the tree.
Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams.
I'll be home for Christmas,
If only in my dreams.