Driving Home for Christmas
I don't drive home for Christmas anymore, and haven't for years. For one thing, my childhood home was sold years ago. And once we began having kids, it got more and more challenging. We're the only ones on either side of the family with kids, so we just let everyone know that they're welcome to come to our house. Family in all its forms land on our front porch.
But I remember that feeling ... stuffing the car with suitcases and presents, playing Christmas songs on the car stereo. Passing drivers on the interstate, their cars similarly loaded. Knowing that we're all driving home for Christmas.
I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same
And that moment of getting there -- walking into the warm house, seeing the tree, smelling good food, and the crush of hugs and greetings. Now, we're the ones with the warm house, tree, food, and hugs. Both sides of that equation are good.