
I'm dreaming of home...
fire crackling in the wood stove,
strong and pungent coffee brewing in the kitchen,
fluffy blankets keeping out the winter air,
cold dog noses poking at your hand,
frozen air sparkling in the sunlight,
cinnamon rolls baking in the oven,
friendly townspeople who remember your name,
reading - just for fun - while sitting in the recliner,
cooking dinner with your family,
sparkly clean bathroom - NO FLIP FLOPS IN THE SHOWER,
a place bright enough to see to comb your hair,
and last, but certainly not least...loving family all around!
Hmmmm, I suppose it is not difficult to tell that I am homesick. I can't wait for Christmas break. And so, though it will make the longings even stronger, I will post some pictures of home sweet home.
Oh yes, I will be going home one month from tomorrow!
I can imagine you in the recliner, all cuddled up with some blanket or afghan. If it's not a book on your lap, it'll be your computer.
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So I stopped by your blog for the first time in MONTHS! I'd forgotten about all my bookmarked blogs to visit! Great memories in your poem form - makes me miss some cozy winter, Christmas evenings!
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