The tree’s too small and tends to fall
The angel’s tattered most of all
The lights don’t work, the garlands drop
But in this home it’s Christmas.
The Christmas gifts aren’t quite wrapped yet
The puppy peed, the floor got wet
(That smell we sniffed was a sure bet)
But in this home, it’s Christmas.
The snow outside is fluffy and bright
The turkey’s cooked and it’s done right
The baked ham glistens in candlelight
And in this home, it’s Christmas.
This house has seen a hundred years
Of laughter, hopes and even tears
Of festive times and warmth and grace
And joy and peace at Christmas.
We wish you warmth, we wish you love
Peace landing gently as a dove
We wish you rest, we wish you joy
In your good home, this Christmas.
Poem Written by Cynthia Reyes, December 2013.
All photos by Hamlin Grange.