Holiday Homecoming
A jaded city dweller returns to their snowy hometown for the holidays, encountering unexpected warmth
Train tracks hum, a rhythmic song,
Snowflakes dance, the night is long😀
Headlights pierce the frosty air,
Hometown lights, a beacon there.
Grandma's porch, a yellow glow,
Laughter spills, soft like falling snow.
Hugs embrace, warm and tight,
Whispers shared, under starlight.
Spice and pine, a scent divine,
Memories simmer, like mulled wine.
Carols sung, stories spun,
Love renewed, beneath the moon.
Presents gleam, beneath the tree,
But greatest gifts, are family.
Hearts entwined, a joyful band,
Homecoming magic, in winter's land.
Snowflakes drift, the morning bright,
Footprints mark a path of light.
Train departs, with a final wave,
Holiday magic, hearts will save.
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This was so wonderful! Loved your poem!
Fantastic! Well written and wonderful!