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A Christmas Gift To Mommy

The house was cold when I was young we didn't have much heat we were poor and didn't get enough to eat then Christmas came and mommy cried cause all that she had left was a box of old ribbons setting on a shelf she thought of all kinds of things if she could only make a gift for each of us to give on Christmas Day she had such pretty colors some red,some white and blue she even had some pink and green a little lavender to night after night she'd sat and sew her fingers almost froze when she could no longer hold the thread only then,she'd go to bed when we woke up on Christmas morn and jumped to the floor to see what lay beneath the tree that wasn't there before she made us each gift or two some red and some just blue and you could see the love she gave as it came shinning thru Merry Christmas dear mommy and may this day bring a stocking full of love and topped with pretty things.....

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