~rachel~

    There was a young woman who had been collecting ornaments all of her life

From her very first Christmas until just last night!

Some were handmade by family members so dear,

And some had been bought by her mother with cheer.

Some she had gathered all on her own, when she had grown up and had her very own home.

  There once was a Christmas when she was still a child,

That mice had found her family's Christmas treasures, they had been ravaged, the mice had gone wild.

  They tearfully threw the ruined treasures away,

Then went into town, bought new ones, and saved the day.

  The girl had a stocking that she hung every year with care.

She had had it all of her life, since before she had hair!

The young girl thought it was lost the year of the mice.

She cried and she cried, but then she thought twice.

  She remembered that Christmas was about more than and old stocking.

She wiped her eyes and knew that Christmas was still rocking!

She had her family and friends and so much Christmas cheer.

She looked up above and gave thanks for each year.

  The End