When a cold morning means
A mug of hot cocoa
And a blush on the cheeks
Of the one that you love
When the family room holds true
To its namesake
And a photograph captures
Generations
When a good meal is defined
By quality of company, not size
When the year is reflected upon
With a smile in your eye
Then you know that you're home
And the season is yours
That love runs as deep
As a sea without shores
When the gifts that you give
Cannot be bought
When your heart is uplifted
By a single kind thought
When the peace and quiet
Sought after a day of trials
Is happily tossed aside
In favor of conversation
When the miles between
The estranged and the routine
Seem to have closed
For this one special eve
Then you know that you're home
And the season is yours
That love runs as deep
As a sea without shores.
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