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Home For Christmas

I always go home at Christmas
It's the place that I love best
I feel I belong and oh, it's so warm
A place I can linger and rest

I long to feel those arms around me
My father and brother and mom
It's a sweet memory as real as can be
Running barefoot to the tree right at dawn

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I was thrilled with the visit from Santa
He left a stocking at the foot of my bed
I had waited so late for his arrival
But somehow I'd missed it instead!

I learned much of the spirit of giving
As I purchased small presents each year
Wrapping each one myself I felt so much joy
Offering something to those I held dear

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At church there were apples and oranges
Passed out after the Nativity play
The clear sound of everyone singing
Of the birth of the Savior this day

I cannot forget the true meaning
The reason behind all this love
Christmas isn't just about presents
It's about light coming down from above

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The years may slip by far too quickly
Yet I'm thankful for all that I have
I just have to go back and visit
Precious moments that make my heart glad

Karen Shaw Matteson
2002



Love so easily understands
What you can see is the smallest part;
You don't need Christmas in your hands
When you have Christmas in your heart.

~ Unknown

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