"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Ten days 'till Christmas--home

Home for the holidays, 5 by 7 watercolor, card
The holidays...when family members want to be home. I remember reading the letters of my uncles in a faraway war, longing to be home always, but especially at Christmas, the closer it got. Forever after, Christmas time was special, filled with memories of home, of family members. 
It's true also when you or your kids go off to college, or the military or around the country and world--when do you want to hear them the most. When your parents are gone, when other loved ones have died or are no long part of you, when do you think of them the most? At Christmas, when they're not at home. It can be a lonely time, watching twinkling lights, shadows from a Christmas tree, favorite ornaments, sacred hymns and carols--all that breathe the world "Home."

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