My Home is Home

My home is home when the wet cold snow is falling fast in a blizzard. When the snow stops I run outside as I see the yard is bright white. Then I grab my sled that's full of happy memories and go. When I go to the hill it’s full of snow and some people are starting to go. As I go down I see lots of love. With mothers and fathers glady going down with their kids, they laugh and love. When it’s time to leave I gather everything up and set back home to have a delicious snack. When I get home I smell some smile cookies still in the box. Then I walk to my mother and ask for some. She glady says yes. I turn around to eat my cookie as I taste the happiness of the person that made it on their face, with a great big smile right on their face. A few hours later I hear the fireplace staring up with some thick and crip flames that pops up. As we sit and talk all about fun , and laugh and giggle a ton. When my parents say time for bed, I run upstairs and do what they said.