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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The snow was gently falling, Through the window she could see. Would Christmas come again this year With nothing beneath the tree. Her family worked very hard At all the jobs they had, She didn't want to let then know She was lonely, and very sad. Santa came to all her friends They even had the proof. They showed her all his footprints Where he walked upon the roof. With the candle light so dim and lie Would Santa even know, That she was waiting just for him Would he know that she was home? She stoked again the fire To try to get some heat. Would Santa ever bring her, Her very special treat? She thought she must be selfish To have her secret wish, And would this year repeat itself As her house he always missed. A gentle knock upon the door She opened it to find A chubby, jolly little man In a red suit so Devine. On his back he held a sack With lots of toys and such. He said he knew her secret wish That she wanted very much. In his arms he held it This little ball of fur, Despite the cold and snowy night She could even hear it purr. She loved that little kitten For many years ahead. It never left her side, It slept upon her bed. Older now she thinks way back And she really does believe, If you wish for something hard enough It may come true on Christmas Eve. Lynn Hanna Barany
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