I clearly remember my last christmas living at home.. It plays out in my mind as if I were looking in...
Snowflakes drift towards earth, seeming to gather the sounds of the street out front. Walking past a white house, two rooms emitnate a soft glow.
A large picture window is open, red, green and gold light from a Christmas tree mingling with the soft blue glow of moon reflecting off the fresh snow. Three figures sit in the largest room, illuminated by the black and white movie playing, tree lights adding small bursts of color across their faces.
In the next room, behind closed blinds, an old woman rests under her quilts, hearing the hum of memories, three generations deep, from the walls of the humble white house.
Looking back now, I feel the warmth of the room, the smell of popcorn and homemade hot coco. It wasn't just my parents and I watching it's a wonderful life, the house had absorbed pieces of my grandparents, my uncle, the ones lost to humanly form. We were all there, peaceful in the moment.
