Wonderful Home

What my home means to me is that I feel safe, jubilant, myself , free, true and crafty.My christmas is like another thanksgiving because of all the food.My home is beautiful ! When I first walk into my house I drop my stuff ,look around and see how mesmerizing it is. Mostly I am thankful for what I have in my home. My home is where hurtful things happen but after we say sorry and hug it out.My home is where I touch many things .In my living room my coach is comfortable and when I feel lazy I slide down my lumpy stairs.When my sister jumps on my back and yells houresy houresy and after my leg is solid dry. When water falls in my ditch and freezes over night, me and my sister dust off the snow and slide on the smooth ice. But my home is the best thing ever.