The heart takes flight at Christmastime
and somehow wends it way
through the snow and sleet and storms of life
to home of yesterday.
For there a certain charm surrounds
that home, wherever it be,
on mountain high, in valley how,
or by the shining sea
The heart takes wing at Christmastime
and finds it way back home
to memory-laden, pleasant rooms
where seeds of love are sown.
It’s true, the year is filled with cares
but naught can draw the line
to keep the heart from going home
Come joyful Christmastime.
by Loise Pinkerton Fritz
Thank you to Loise Pinkerton Fritz for this wonderful poem of Christmastime. . .
Sandy Ozanich (c) December 19, 2013