He little knew the sorrow that
was in his vacant chair;
He never guessed they'd miss him,
or he'd surely have been there;
He couldn't see his mother or the
lump that filled her throat,
Or the tears that started falling
aas she read his hasty note;
And he couldn't see his father,
sitting sorrowful and dumb,
Or he never would have written that
he thought he couldn't come.

He little knew the gladness that his
presence would have made,
And the joy it would have given,
or he never would have stayed.
He didn't know how hungry had
the little mother grown
Once again to see her baby and
to claim him for her own.
He didn't guess the meaning
of his visit Christmas Day
Or he never would have written
that he couldn't get away.

He couldn't see the fading of the
cheeks that once were pink,
And the silver in the tresses; and
he didn't stop to think
How the years are passing swiftly,
and next Christmas it might be
There would be no home to visit
and no mother dear to see.
He didn't think about it - I'll
not say he didn't care.
He was heedless and forgetful or
he'd surely have been there.

Are you going home for Christmas?
Have you written you'll be there?
Going home to kiss the mother and
to show her that you care?
Going home to greet the father
in a way to make him glad?
If you're not I hope there'll never
come a time you'll wish you had.
Just sit down and write a letter - it
will make their heart strings hum
With a tune of perfect gladnes - if
you'll tell them that you'll come.

Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)

Christmas Memories

Christmas is a time for memories,
a time for recalling the scenes and happenings
that are treasured always in our hearts.
It is also a time for love and generosity of spirit,
a time for renewing family ties and friendships,
and for exchanging the thoughts, events,
kind deeds, and observances that have added
to the true meaning and happiness of life.
Author unknown

Featured Music: "Missing You At Christmas"
By Margie Harrell

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