Home is Christmas music playing in the background while you decorate the tree. 

Home is the light of the tree glistening throughout the house. 

Home is the smell of sugar cookies floating throughout the house. 

Home is driving around Potosi at night to view the Christmas lights. 

Home is the warmth of the hot cocoa filling your hands while you wait for the Christmas parade with your family. 

Home is feeling an abundance of joy while shopping for presents.

Home is coming home from school, your cousin’s running through the doors to turn on “Frosty the Snowman” to watch with you.

Home is trying to keep the spirit of Santa going because you don’t want your cousins to find out. 

Home is baking Christmas cookies on December 23rd, so they have some to lay out for “Santa”.

Home is counting down the days with a chocolate advent calendar and it finally reaches the end. 

Home is being so excited that you can’t sleep the night before. 

Home is your alarm going off and begging your parents to get up. 

Home is being excited to open presents but then feeling down afterward. 

Home is visiting with your family but feeling like the odd one out.

Home is wanting to leave and experience a NYC Christmas. 

Home is all of the joy being taken away as you get older. 

Home is that little beat of your heart leaving when you take down all of your decorations, to put away in storage. 

Home is that little spark you have that is slowly dying.

Home is a white Christmas and feeling blue.