A house is made of bricks and mortar,
And needs a good supply of electricity and water,
But a home isn’t about any of that,
It’s not even about the novelty doormat,
A home welcomes you as soon as you arrive,
It’s the thing you look forward to on a long drive,
It’s safe and happy and cosy and warm,
It shelters you in a raging a storm,
A joyful place for family and friends,
A place to store all of life’s loose ends.
Homes come in all shapes and sizes,
Flats and houses and other guises,
All the matters is that it’s home for you,
And somewhere you feel comfortable having a poo.
There are 90,000 children homeless in Britain this Christmas. If you can spare anything this festive season, please donate to Shelter.