She still loves Christmas

From a child that was left wanting,

Her wishes did not come true,

There would be no doll, but clothes to wear,

The box of cookies from grandmother,

The cranberries and popcorn to adorn the tree,

Santa might come this year,

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Christmas Eve walking through the snow,

Toes tingling with cold as we walked the two miles,

There was little heat in that little church,

But the warmth of friendship warmed us,

Singing the joyful Christmas songs,

Hearing the Christmas story, Joy in our hearts,

Then Santa handing out a brown paper bag filled with goodies,

Ah the smell of the orange and the apple such a treat

With candy and nuts which to try first,

The flavor of that first piece of Christmas candy,

The filling in the center a special delight

Savoring each piece, wanting more but making it last.

Thoughts today of days long past,

The tree brightly lit, the gifts all wrapped,

The cookies, the goodies all ready.

My prize I found,the old fashioned Christmas candy,

To taste that first piece brings it all back.

The good and sad, she still loves Christmas.