The flight home is over, to my own bed I go.
I drift away quickly; it's good to be home.
The next day, a party with all of my friends.
Dressed up and filled up, the revelry ends.
Sunday, my loving old church takes me in.
Just like before, I stand up and sing.
Tuesday, my sister brings her Christmas cheer.
We put the tree up, and the season's here.
Wednesday, my friends once again show their love,
As I lead them in praise of our God up above.
Today, my nephew brightens our days,
Melting our hearts with his effortless gaze.
Tomorrow, the eve of our dear savior's birth,
I join my church family in worship and mirth.
Peace on this earth, goodwill to men, you know the rest.
I have been blessed.
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