The fine-line script of chimney smoke
Writes "Welcome" in the sky.
This country road brings memories
As miles go skimming by.
There are thoughts of gentle living,
Of scenes from Christmas past,
Of sounds so warm and homey,
Where roots hold deep and fast.
What bonds of love bind and keep,
Time and distance cannot separate.
I'm coming home; it's Christmas,
Where loved ones live and wait.
~ Lois J. Martinec
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