Home

My home almost looks like the North Pole, the Christmas tree, the ornaments, the presents and all the loving family in the warm home. On Christmas eve. The floors feel like they’re filled with the softest snow. When I’m walking outside As I step in, I quickly sink through the very soft snow. I can smell the family dinner cooking in the hot stove. I can taste the spices and the juicy turkey cooking before bed. I hear family laughing at the dinner table, laughing at each other’s jokes but I pray that everyone who doesn’t have a home, gets one