Home Sweet Home

There’s no place like home for the holidays.

Ending a vacation is never much fun.

Ending a vacation is worse when it means giving up a gorgeous sandy beach under blue skies and temperatures in the 80s and returning to an ice-encrusted city with single-digit temperatures.

It’s even worse when it involves an hour-and-a-half flight delay during which one must keep two small children, who are up waaaaay past their bedtimes, entertained while in an airport.

And yet, there’s something pretty nice about returning home to an enthusiastic (and very lonely) dog and our own Christmas tree, finding the goldfish is still alive, and sleeping in our own bed.

(This is true even if the dog did make a mess all over the carpet while we were gone.)

Article © 2008 by Michael Duck