When I come to your point. It flips quickly by. Yet I know just where you are. I stroll slowly but so confident always back to you. I stop. Run my hand over the place that I know. Then I come inside. Warm and always welcome. Holiday thoughts they always feel good. If it could always feel like this. I wouldn’t know what a bad moment felt like. But I do, you always take me into better places. What makes you feel so special? I’m loving the truth.