Going Home

Going Home The smell of vanilla and cinnamon coming from the kitchen The glitter of lights reflecting off the tree, The ornaments from years gone by, The packages all wrapped neatly with matching bows, placed evenly around the tree. Mom’s best china and linens on the table. The centerpiece made of roses, berries and greenery with her best crystal in the middle. The reflection of the candlelight shining so bright makes the table glow as if it was a star in the sky on a dark winter night. Pulling in the driveway, I knew the house was warm and cozy. Mom was standing at the door watching for each one of use to drive up. The smoke coming from the chimney, the smell of the wood, I knew I was home for Christmas one more time.