When I was growing up, my brother, sisters and I were at boarding school in England for most of the year, but every Christmas we traveled home to be with our parents and enjoy times of family togetherness and celebration. My mother took pride in decorating the house for the holidays and often spent hours making a beautiful wreath for the front door. After months away from home it was always a wonderful moment when we turned the corner into our yard and saw the brightly colored wreath decorating the house and seeming to shout 'Welcome Home'.