Listening to TSO transports me home.
Tonight while I was studying I turned on Trans-Siberian Orchestra. They’re an incredible group - they write rock Christmas songs. I love Christmas, but more importantly, I love the how the songs remind me of what happens at home during Christmastime.
When I hear the soft but clear piano mix with guitars and drums, I think of being home.
I’m in the living room, the colored lights on the tree are blinking, the ornaments are sparkling, there is a low buzz from the motors of the ornament spinners.
I’m eating a christmas cookie, one of 1,000+ that we make every year with my grandma and my aunts.
It’s dark outside and there’s snow on the ground.
Music is playing, Dad’s in the basement blasting some tunes of his own, Will’s playing on his DS, Mom’s reading a book on the couch.
I remember baking the cookies listening to TSO, as we run up and down the stairs transferring freshly decorated cookies to the bedrooms for them to cool.
Grandma’s telling me to turn down the music a little, Will and I are jamming / dancing around and Will’s barely decorating anything.
My aunt is making amazingly creative designs on the cookies, something I’ve never even thought of before, and we eat all the ones that break.
We’re wearing warm sweaters, the TV’s on in the background, we’re talking and laughing and I feel perfectly comfortable.
We hug each other before we leave with tins filled with cookies.
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I miss being home. I miss my family. I miss having it feel like Christmas; it’s not completely about the religious aspect or the presents, it’s about people you love all being in the same place, happy, lit by colorful lights, and seeing everyone getting into the spirit.
21 days left!



