Home’s Loving Embrace

Home is like pizza warm and delicious, and most of all you're always ambitious to gobble up that pizza or trot on home, to get that hug you've always known. Home is like Christmas, always in joy especially to see that Christmas boy, jolly old Saint Nick he makes me feel, like I could do a backflip on my front wheel, that I might get if I've been good this Christmas to come yet. Home is like my bed a place to relax and hopefully when I'm reading I might find some facts, facts about homes scattered all over the world and the imports of understanding the fee of living a life of such luxury. Home is like a tree growing forever, mentally and physically we may never, never know when or how we grow but it is our parents greatest foe. Home is a cozy fire. The warmth is overwhelming just like the fun when we have a brother and sisterly misunderstanding. Home should be everything I've said happiness, sadness, a roof over your head. To know you have people to help you in all situations, it's the greatest gift I could ever dream up, even in my imagination.