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| Home at Christmastide |
| It isn't far to "home, sweet home" |
| When Christmas sights we see |
| For we can always travel there, |
| Though snowbound we might be. |
| Though winds may blow the snowdrifts high |
| And bitter cold may reign, |
| That "going home for Christmas" yen |
| Will in our hearts remain. |
| It is not far to that dear spot |
| Where family ties still live; |
| There's still a way to "home,sweet home," |
| Where treasured joys are hid. |
| For thoughts and hearts can travel there; |
| No distance can erase |
| The going home at Christmastime, |
| Back to the old home place. |
| Loise Pinkerton Fritz |
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| I adopted this little cutie at the Holiday Express Adoption center |