Home for the Holidays

Clean the desk, shut the door.
I’m going home to share
The holidays with family,
Where everyone will care.

I’m tired of fighting crowds to shop,
And waiting for a cab.
I want to see the Christmas tree,
And lights it will have.

I’ll hug my mother and my pops,
And let my spirit flow.
I’ll even grab my fiance
Underneath the mistletoe.

So off to the town of love,
One that I have missed.
I’m going home for the holidays
To share another Christmas.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire