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''Soft snow trickled daintily on the street as frigid winds dancedthrough the blackened alleys. Herds of people flocked in and out ofbuildings, coming and going, buying presents as they went. It was theweek before Christmas and early risers had late shopping to full filltheir child's Chirstmas wishes.
A young girl waded through themass of bodies, her eyes a bright golden sunshine, her hair astrawberry blond that sparkled with the never ending snow. She too hadmuch to get done, but little did the rest of the world know that herthoughts didn't just lie on Christmas gifts, but other importantmatters.
Sighing she went back home and began to bake freshlybaked bread whose smell would tickle the nose and plushy sugar cookieswhose taste would treat the mouth. Finishing up with some partyingsprinkles, her eyes set to work as they glistened with sparks ofemotion. Finishing them off with a delicate ribbon and a name given toall of them, she set off to bed and closed her dazzling golden eyes asher imagination set off to work, and sang as she slept.
Thenext morning she rose from her bed earlier then what the early birdsmay cry and slipped into her nice petite robe, a pious feelingsurrounding her innocence in which she held onto with soft hands.Placing her little red coat onto her shoulders she reached for the doorhandle and commenced what she had been working on earlier.
Goingto school she handed out all her nice cookies to all the formalteachers and workers, at first they just greeted her and set the treatsaside, giving the girl a side smile as they continued on with theirwork.
Following her stroll back to the other homes, shepatrolled every single house on her block, and everytime someone wouldsmile at her and take their gift, she would smile back and continue on.Sometimes people would offer her to come inside and treat her withtheir own gifts, but she would only shake her head and continue on.
Nightcame as she seated herself back within her threshold, a contentexpression on her face. Laying herself in her bed, she quietly wentover what she had told every person, "Not until Christmas."
Christmasmorning had finally arrived as the people forgot about the gift fromthe young girl. Opening all their other wonders, their eyes soon restedonto the present from the girl, their hands timid as they opened themup. Crooked sugar cookies laid inside with half flatten loaves ofbread, but something else came inside the package that made them holdeach other and cry with blurry tears.
It was an invitation tothe young girl's funeral; for she had died in her sleep on thatChristmas eve, and when the next morning shown through her bedroomwindow, she never opened her eyes to see that Christmas Day had finallycome.
Setting a goal to give one last gift before she passedaway, the young girl had gone to every house she could possibly dragher tiny body too. It wasn't just the cookies that she had given, orthe loaves of bread, but from deep down inside, to every person thatshe had seen and smiled at, she had also given the gifts of happiness,love, and joy deep down from the bottom of her tiny, little heart.''
A young girl waded through themass of bodies, her eyes a bright golden sunshine, her hair astrawberry blond that sparkled with the never ending snow. She too hadmuch to get done, but little did the rest of the world know that herthoughts didn't just lie on Christmas gifts, but other importantmatters.
Sighing she went back home and began to bake freshlybaked bread whose smell would tickle the nose and plushy sugar cookieswhose taste would treat the mouth. Finishing up with some partyingsprinkles, her eyes set to work as they glistened with sparks ofemotion. Finishing them off with a delicate ribbon and a name given toall of them, she set off to bed and closed her dazzling golden eyes asher imagination set off to work, and sang as she slept.
Thenext morning she rose from her bed earlier then what the early birdsmay cry and slipped into her nice petite robe, a pious feelingsurrounding her innocence in which she held onto with soft hands.Placing her little red coat onto her shoulders she reached for the doorhandle and commenced what she had been working on earlier.
Goingto school she handed out all her nice cookies to all the formalteachers and workers, at first they just greeted her and set the treatsaside, giving the girl a side smile as they continued on with theirwork.
Following her stroll back to the other homes, shepatrolled every single house on her block, and everytime someone wouldsmile at her and take their gift, she would smile back and continue on.Sometimes people would offer her to come inside and treat her withtheir own gifts, but she would only shake her head and continue on.
Nightcame as she seated herself back within her threshold, a contentexpression on her face. Laying herself in her bed, she quietly wentover what she had told every person, "Not until Christmas."
Christmasmorning had finally arrived as the people forgot about the gift fromthe young girl. Opening all their other wonders, their eyes soon restedonto the present from the girl, their hands timid as they opened themup. Crooked sugar cookies laid inside with half flatten loaves ofbread, but something else came inside the package that made them holdeach other and cry with blurry tears.
It was an invitation tothe young girl's funeral; for she had died in her sleep on thatChristmas eve, and when the next morning shown through her bedroomwindow, she never opened her eyes to see that Christmas Day had finallycome.
Setting a goal to give one last gift before she passedaway, the young girl had gone to every house she could possibly dragher tiny body too. It wasn't just the cookies that she had given, orthe loaves of bread, but from deep down inside, to every person thatshe had seen and smiled at, she had also given the gifts of happiness,love, and joy deep down from the bottom of her tiny, little heart.''
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