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Little feet were heard as they ran down the steps
Gasps of surprise and wonder with every breath
The tree sparkled with lights, the first tree in years
The house was warm, with the feelings of love
Soon the sound of tearing paper filled the air
As the children thanked and thanked for the gifts
Young they may be, but they understood
What a rare Christmas this was to be
Their mother tried hard each year
To give what they want
And for once, she did succeed
The tears trickled down her cheeks
As her children sat around her giggling
They smiled up at her and handed her a present
Her eyes widened as she took it in hand
The wrapping was slowly undone and inside the paper
Was a beautiful wonder
A bunch of drawings of her and her kids
Drawn by her own little angels.
 Castrada Carnage · Tue Dec 01, 2009 @ 10:17pm · 0 Comments |
