During the holidays, all traffic runs one way…from points across the nation…it’s headed home.
For too long, we’ve been scattered, leading new lives, losing touch, but the wait is almost over.
Finally, down the escalator, familiar faces, a child up in arms, a mother’s warm cheek, a father’s heart runneth over, if thanks had faces, the ones you see at the airport would be it.
Skype might help pass the time, but a computer doesn’t have arms.
Some keep a quiet dignity, while others don’t hold back…
Distance together and family reassembled…to sit down together again as one…and for the sake of old times and new…we’ll revel in the simple but complete joy of reunion.