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Background Music "I'll Be Home For Christmas"
By: Peabo Bryson and Roberta Flack
Daily
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Going Home for Christmas
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 as 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
gladness--if you'll tell them that you'll come.
Author ~ Edgar Guest
 
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