Every year, I write a poem for Christmas, and include it in my Christmas cards to friends and family. For the days leading up to Christmas, I’m publishing all of my Christmas poems here, as a kind of Advent calendar.
Today’s poem was written in 2001; I was a newlywed. This poem is about my parents’ home.
There’s a place to go and always smile
And forget your troubles for a little while
Relive the days of a simple child
It’s the house where it’s always Christmas
It’s a place I know from an older time
Ere they cut down the trees I liked to climb
My sister’s Cabbage Patch Kids and my Optimus Prime
Are at the house where it’s always Christmas
One day God said, “Let light adorn.”
This house was built that very morn
And every day you feel reborn
At the house where it’s always Christmas
Some greet St. Nick walking down the hall
Some gaze on a child in a barnyard stall
Some just feel a light embracing all
At the house where it’s always Christmas
I invite you to spend a day with me
We’ll wrap up gifts and trim the tree
We’ll worship the One on bended knee
At the house where it’s always Christmas
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