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Christmas Past (1939) My sister and I awoke with delight The treeless room held a wonderful sight. A beautiful doll sat there in my place "For your sister and you – her name is Grace.” We never would know what it took for my mom To grant us this gift that had cost quite a sum. A single mom in the time of depression Eleven kids to feed without exception. We cherished that doll and loved it a lot The first and last gift that we ever got That Christmas Day we were truly in heaven. I was just five and my sister was seven. 12.05.07
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