This Christmas I really wanted to visit the home folk, but I could not. My family is large requiring two vehicles to travel anywhere together. We just did not have the money to do it. I thought of them often this Christmas season. Perhaps you were in the same situation as I was so I hope this poem taken from the Country Christmas book published by Ideals.
The Heart Goes Home
Grace V. Watkins
Always the heart goes home on Christmas Eve,
Goes silently across a continent,
Or mountains, or the seas. A heart will leave
The glitter of a city street and, sent
By something deep and timeless, find the way
To a little cottage on a country hill.
And even if the little cottage may
Have disappeared, a heart will find it still.
The smile of tenderness upon the faces,
The simple words, the arms secure and strong,
The sweetness of the well-remembered places –
All these a heart will find and will belong
Once more to country hills, however far,
And sense the holy presence of the Star.
The little snow we had at Christmas time has long been gone, but I am looking forward to more hopefully soon.
Outside, the icy wind with eerie sound
Sweeps through the trees and chants a minor strain,
Like one who on some endless quest is bound,
Seeking for that which he may never gain.
Grateful am I that I am housed tonight
Within four walls, the hearth fire flickering low;
You near to share with me in this delight
That soothes our senses with its genial glow.
We speak not any word to break the spell –
We fear to mar this perfect, golden hour;
Who called the winter drear? Do we not dwell
With beauty as lovely as a summer flower?
Christmas blessings to you and your family!