By Melissa Grace.
A little girl at Christmas time,
Wrapped warm in her winter clothes.
Holding onto her mother’s hand,
Following her wherever she goes.
Going from one shop to another,
Trying to beat the Christmas deadline.
Giggling at Santa Claus,
Waiting anxiously as she stands in line.
Snow falling softly on the ground,
Heading home, a church they pass.
The manger scene has been carefully placed,
A baby Jesus made of fine glass.
“Mommy, why is that baby out here?
Isn’t he really cold?”
The mother just smiles and nods her head.
“I know I am, so, yes, I suppose.”
The little girl remains silent,
Very thoughtful the rest of the way.
Her thoughts keep traveling back to that babe,
In that manger filled with just hay.
The next night, that little girl asks,
For her mother to take her somewhere.
So they bundle up real tight,
A small package, she handles with care.
Back at that manger scene,
Her face alights with happiness and joy.
She unwraps her special gift,
For that precious baby boy.
“Here, little baby, I brought you a gift,
It’s my favorite blanket from home.
It’ll keep you warm at night,
So you will never be alone.”
People passing by in the streets,
Stop and watch the precious scene.
Smiles adorn the passersby’s’ faces,
Happy tears sparkle and gleam.
That one unselfish act,
The innocence of a little girl.
Should be spread this Christmas season,
Throughout the entire world.
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