Annual Visit to Grandma Every Christmas Period

The snowflakes fall, like tears from above
As we pack our bags, with memories of love
The annual trip, to grandma's embrace
A Christmas tradition, a joyous, sacred space

The journey's long, but our hearts are aglow
With excitement and cheer, as we make our way to go
To the place where love, and laughter never fade
Grandma's house, where memories are...