The Meaning of Home

When I enter the gate I feel warmth in my heart, As I open the door I feel the happiness from the start. My mom loves to make fresh muffins, And I hear the laughter of my cousins. When I enter my home I see my freshly cleaned room, And I smell the new perfume my mom gave me as a gift. As I go to my room all my stuff is there, My video games are stacked on my chair. In my home I can speak freely to my parents, When Christmas comes I love to open my presents, And see what I get, hopefully not carrots. My home is my special place.