Christmas is the time to go
home again
seeking holidays of the past
and all we hold dear.
The lights bring warmth
as we drive into the yard.
We remember deeply
all that was good,
the hustle and bustle,
helping Dad chop wood.
The fireplace glow was brighter
when we were small.
Mom's kitchen aroma
could be smelled by all.
And with all these memories
celebrating the day,
(The birth of our King)
we sing as the angels did;
more so now than when a kid.
We celebrate the birth of our King!
