Finally She Is Home...

Up at midnight Not able to fall asleep Another Christmas is coming Another Christmas, oh so sweet! But this one is special In every way, shape and form. It wasn't a cold Christmas It was a comforting warm. Candles lit up the night The parents laying gifts, But only ones stocking is up Something doesn't fit. Only half of the gifts like before The warm just turned to cold. Christmas had changed; It was no longer worth gold. What I used to hold with me Did not exist anymore, Because I rememver Our family no longer has four. Maybe it wasn't a special Christmas, Maybe it wasn't oh so sweet; There is nothing to look forward to- Wait! Whose feet? Someone walks in the door I look up with curious eyes Someone I recognize But someone I do not despise. My eyes light up A smile appears on my face; My sister has come home- She has come home for Christmas And made this place a special place. -Michael