Listening to Otis Redding at Home During Christmas

Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast

On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost

Take the creche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings

And I know that it's home because that's where the stereo sings

I've got dreams, dreams to remember

But not even home will be with you forever

It's Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills

To a town in a dream where the sky, it is frozen and still

And a room that's not mine but it's just like I left it before

With the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door

Where I held you so tenderly

And where in summer I opened your letter to me

Now I'm standing where we kneeled and a miracle mile now borders it

But if I turn my face to the field I don't even notice it for a second

There's a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends

And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends

Like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale

And how each Christmastime would bring in-laws and snow days and holiday mail

Your dad says you're living in Georgia since last September

Yeah well I've got dreams, dreams to remember, I've got dreams, dreams to remember

I've got dreams, dreams to remember, I've got dreams, dreams to remember

Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire we'll stay there forever