Home For Christmas

Home For Christmas 
By Paul McCann
 
Slipping through the clouds 
high above the ground , 
to a place where dreams 
can be lost or found .
We’re descending ,
our arrival time’s come .
Christmas carols 
at the airport are sung ,
and there are decorations 
in the street,
smiles on the faces of people 
we meet .
Coming home for Christmas 
and then new year ,
Happy Christmas ,
it’s so good to be here .

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