When I was just a boy, so carefree and gay, Christmas was such a joy I wished it'd come every day ! I had a home filled with love, though my possessions were not too many, I knew that God was up above, and someday, I'd have plenty ! Well, I grew up "sort of" fast, and acquired a fine new home, I tried hard to make it last, But, now I am all alone. Though the years have come and gone and my house is fit for a king. I have no home this Christmas But, only in my dream. Cletus Hardiman chard10442@aol.com
Reason for writing:
It takes more than a fine house, fine grounds and gardens to make a home.....without someone to love you, and you love them in return.....no matter how beautiful your house is....it is still just a house......It is only a home when love enters in.........
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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