Upon the soft blushing lights of that house.
Swish and crunch on the old dusty snow;
I sigh with relief.
A snow white cat greets me at the front door,
And a muted sound of laughter downstairs.
�Hello!� comes my announcement, falling
On the hardwood floors.
Homecoming is the freshest scent of spice.
Fwoom from the fireplace and a glowing
Medley of hues on the Christmas tree.
I bask in their warmth.
A tickle at my neck from Mamma�s lips
An embrace without speaking many words.
A low grumble and garage door screech
And Papa is home.
Homecoming is oft�quoting The Simpsons.
All laughing at some joke no one else gets.
�Let�s all go get a treat at Town Pump�.
We drive together.
Other homes have their Christmas reunions,
But none will ever know the taste or feel
The sacred joy of this family.
It is our blessing.
Please don�t forget.