Where Christmas Has a Home

I woke up this morning,

as if it was just another day,

The Christmas tree at the place I stay,

It makes a classic Christmas morning feel another world away,

a life chosen in a different place,

A different new reality aface,

Away from so many of those that I love,

A day missing traditions and family hugs,

I remember all the mornings waking up to cinnamon rolls,

Presents that I wrapped,

now, I wake up to sentimental texts,

from family gatherings I wasn't at,

I don't need any new gifts,

as I am as blessed as they come,

But that doesn't mean I don't miss,

Where Christmas once had a home,

It has looked a little different over the years,

We are no longer children filled with anticipation,

but adults trying to celebrate something,

Within our new foundation,

No one gathers at my family home anymore,

but come together within a new four walls,

A new home, where our family's future will grow,

or in my case,

A visit I didnt make,

A home of someone else place,

while I continue to attempt to make,

A home in a different state,

My heart tugs for the activities I'm missing,

Facetiming my family to feel like I am still participating,

While texting everyone I know Merry Christmas,

To enable the feeling of being somewhere I belong,

While accepting this current holiday version of calm,

It won't be like this every year,

Maybe someday I will have all of my family here,

Or perhaps a family of my own,

A place to celebrate our gatherings,

Wrapped up with love,

a place where Christmas once again has a home.