Home Sweet Home on Christmas Morning

Most homes are "Home, Sweet Home" to each family group
Where loved ones live and gather to celebrate within that close knit loop.
Christmas can be celebrated alone, but those who do realize the missing link.
No little one to pull on your coat-tail at the kitchen sink,

Begging to lick the mixing bowl or taste the frosting in the boiler.
We remember all those little things that seemed so ordinary as we toiled.
We remember the pitty-patty of little feet hurrying in to the Christmas tree.
This whole long year they have waited, to now behold and see

What that dear soul, Santa, left for each. Each present priceless, with shouts of joy
And rattling paper and ribbon ties and bows. Every child, girl and boy,
Expressing loudly their own special appreciation for their gifts.
These are the memories that give your heart a much needed lift.

That is probably why so many declare that Christmas is for the kids
'Cause the grown-ups seldom ever shout in glee or clang their pots and lids.
Somehow, a few years have dulled the edges of such enthusiasm.
Maybe they're afraid to jump in joy - they may induce a back spasm.

Why do you think the "old folks" want to join those times?
'Cause it refreshes memories pressed in our book of memories for so long a time.
It all seems to just happen when you're young. It felt you would never get done,
But as the kids grow up and you grow old, you miss that fun.

If you're lucky, you have Grandkids and the Great-grandkids
To fill that empty spot that growing up leaves. We're never really rid
Of that youthful desire to celebrate with the young when Christmas comes,
And though life parts us, we're glad we're all alive - that, time nor space can numb.