Who does not want to go home for Christmas,
as every evening,
like every week…?

Who does not want to put their feet in slippers,
winter pajamas,
sofa and blanket?

But who told us that home it’s a house,
apartment or studio
,mansion or room,
facade or dwelling?

The home is that person,
what awaits you anxious,
that shines with your smile,
who is hurt by your absence…
who is sorry for your departure …

It’s who you want to spend your days with,
it does not matter in the North or in the South,
East or West…Siberia or Denmark…

My home is you,
and I will always want to travel
with you in our castle…