In my 45 years of life, I have lived in 16 cities in 7 different states. I've lived in 3 of the 4 corners of the United States. I have lived in trailers, apartments, houses and dorm rooms. I've live in the city, the country and everywhere in between. Throughout all of those moves and changes, there is one place that always feels like going home. One place that holds the most wonderful memories. It's a house on a quiet street in a small country town. A small town where a trip to Walmart becomes an impromptu family reunion.
The house on Cherry Street isn't fancy or elaborate. But the memories made there are priceless. I remember as a kid sitting on the living room floor watching the big tv in the wooden box. There were only 2 things on Grandma's tv.....the Atlanta Braves or the local channel with preaching and gospel sangin'. (no that is not a mistake....in small town Georgia it's called sangin') I loved listening to my grandma play the piano and sing old southern hymns. Waking up to the smell of bacon and sausage was an everyday occurrence in the house on Cherry Street. Grandma was a serious cook and breakfasts were a 7 course meal. At night we would sit on the front porch watching the lightning bugs fly around the front yard. I remember laying in bed on a warm summer night listening to the sound of the attic fan. We celebrated countless Christmas mornings in the house on Cherry Street, including my first one as a new mom.
One year when I was a teenager, we decided to just have Christmas morning at our own house. It was the worst Christmas for us. It just didn't feel like Christmas. We all agreed that it was a bad idea and we never did that again.
My grandma is in heaven now but the memories on Cherry Street continue. The house belongs to my parents now. We're all grown up with kids of our own.. But every other year we return home to make new Christmas memories in the house on Cherry Street. Memories that I hope our kids will share with their own kids some day. And even though I have only spent a few Christmases there in the past 10 years, it's the place that comes to mind when I think of going home for the holidays.
This Christmas I am excited to be going home for the holidays. And like the song says,
No matter how far away you roam,
For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!