HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!
I don’t want to go home for Christmas,
There is no peace at home,
I’d rather visit Panama’s Isthmus,
Or drive dog sleds up at Nome,
It’s not I don’t love my family,
All my uncles, aunts, and their brats,
But I just want some peace this year,
That is where I’m at,
But I love my nephews and niece,
And enjoyed their laughter in the past,
Maybe I shouldn’t choose peace,
They’re growing up so fast,
And my aunt’s fruitcake “brick,”
Oh, I love her so,
But what’s her recipe trick,
It’s a big “ho ho NO!”
And then, there’s my dear grandma,
Such bad health in the past,
Who knows, now, if I don’t go,
This could be her last,
So, yes, I’ve changed my mind,
You will find me this year at home,
I choose love over peace,
Maybe, next year, I’ll choose Nome! 😊
SOUTHERN WRITER 