Appalachian Christmas


Her young blue eyes
Set in paleness and blond hair
Telling the worker of her hunger.
But today is special
A chance for a Christmas
With presents to choose.

Toys lined on tables
Her eyes filled with joy
Three for her
To choose as she will
The first two were easy
One more to go
The worker saw a dollhouse
Its detail remarkable
Leading the child by the hand
But feeling an opposite pull.
Her attention on a small tiara
Gleaming from polished glass
But the dollhouse is so nice
The child looked up
With her pale eyes
And in a tiny voice said
I make my choice
I want to be a princess
For one day!

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