Christmas Dreams

My Christmas Dreams

Christmas should be spent

With loved ones so it seems,

So I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams.

Bubbling lights and toasting logs

Did set my heart aglow,

And I loved to tease my friends

By hanging mistletoe.

All those who entered in our door

Became a special guest.

The warmth and love we gave to all

Is what I remember best.

There were cookies, luscious candies,

Fruit cakes, and popcorn balls.

And the joy of children's laughter

Gaily echoed through our halls.

But underneath the tinseled tree

The real meaning lives.

The true spirit of this season

Is in the heart of one who gives.

The miracle of Christmas

Is found within the heart.

A metamorphosis of love

That sets this day apart.

                                            Written by Bonnie 12/16/1967

Although I wrote this poem the first year I was on my mission in Japan, Randy could almost be saying it.  Dee's friends have told me how much they loved coming to the Sorenson house at Christmas time. Who could forget the Looney Tune Tree with the Tazmanian Devil for the tree topper instead of an angel or the lighted Christmas balls Randy made out of plastic cups?  Randy loved to have his children and grandchildren come here for Christmas with all his heart.  Randy made it Christmas.

Randy may be home for Christmas

And maybe not just in our dreams.