Home Not Alone

Same table, every year Same chairs, the same old cheer Coats pile up by the door We all pretend we’ve heard it before Someone’s late, someone sighs Someone already rolls their eyes But the wine is warm, the lights are low And somehow… we’re happy to be home Same table, same old scene Different minds in between We don’t agree, we never do But tonight, we’re still us, all in the room The drunken uncle with jokes from another age We smile tight, we gently change the page The aunt who brings the same bad gift Wrapped in hope and tape from 1996 We laugh too loud, we laugh it off We change the subject, we pass the sauce Nothing’s perfect, nothing’s new But somehow, the night pulls us through Same table, same old scene Different worlds in between We clash, we sigh, we roll our eyes Then raise our glasses, synchronized Politics stay on the shelf We survive by being ourselves Old stories, told once more They land softer than before Time slows down, plates are bare Someone hugs you unaware For a moment, no one wins And nobody has to explain Same table, every year Same flaws, still sincere We don’t match, we don’t align But tonight, we share the time Same jokes… Same gifts… Same people… Still glad we came.