Heart
No money to spend.
No gifts to give
I felt I failed my little kid
Then she looked up and smiled,
With nothing under the tree
But a loaf of bread for breakfast
And a cup of unsweetened tea.
She said, I know times are hard.
But I don’t care, I only want Christmas
If you are there.
That was the sweetest part,
Then I realized Christmas come from with in the heart.
Copyright © Gabby Mcbride | Year Posted 2014
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