Miss Crystal

The day it rained on everyone Miss Crystal tried to hide; but she found no spot within herself to silently abide. Her meager Christmas presents she threw from her window sill. She did it every year. It was the village thrill. Miss Crystal gasped a child-like gasp. "Why so?" the children asked, as near her lighted Christmas Tree love stood for all the world to see. She thought, "Such love is agony." "Loving will destroy me." Then a little child came near with poverty greater than her fear; and touching his hand to the Christmas Tree asked, "Crystal Woman, do you love me?" Janet Marie Bingham I have some art of Miss Crystal throwing presents to children. It's in color, no bigger than a folded card that I painted, but I don't know how to place it here, or even if you want it. It is a victorian picture of Miss Crystal tossing the presents through her window. A Christmas tree is in the room along with a cat sitting on a victorian rug by a victorian chair. Janet