I’m not a Christmas-y kind of person, so I seldom listen to the traditional holiday songs.
The first time I listened to the CD, I thought it was about a young husband and wife who had a fight, which resulted in her leaving. He prays that she be kept safe and free from harm, and that she will find her way home.
Sure, I thought – if you weren’t such a jerk, maybe she wouldn’t have left to begin with. You deserve to spend Christmas alone. Make your own f*g dinner. Ho Ho Ho.
But just about this time last year, I was driving home from work, playing the CD. In the middle of the man’s prayer, it suddenly occurred to me – maybe it’s a dad whose teenage daughter ran away from home. Oh no! What if one of my girls had left home right before Christmas because we argued (and God knows it could easily have happened) – how would I feel not knowing where she was and whether she was safe?
Since that day, every time I play that CD, it makes me cry. Twice. Once when the father is praying for his daughter’s safety, and again when he learns that she is on her way home.
Really, I should just stop listening to the darn thing. What would I say to the cop who pulls me over because I went through a red light that I couldn’t see through the tears? Unless he’s a dad himself, my explanation probably won’t win him over.
As I write this very short post, I thank heavens that all of my girls are grown and live within a couple of miles of me. We will all be getting together on Christmas Day.
My heart goes out to anyone whose loved ones are far away during this very special season. May your stories have as happy an ending as the one in Christmas Eve and Other Stories.