My fuzzy slippers and some hot cocoa,
The fireplace flickering, warming the den,
It’s so very good to be home again!
Back where I can put my feet on the chairs,
Without the bother of questioning stares,
I can breathe easy in my big, soft clothes
And forget the day’s work and all its woes.
Fixing to fix dinner there on the stove –
When it is ready, they’ll all come in droves!
Round the table we’ll grab hands and say “grace.”
How I thank God for this most special place-