CHRISTMAS GIFT TO REMEMBER
That Christmas Eve, I tried to put on my best Whoville face for my four children. I had no presents for them. No tree, lights, or stockings. I smiled, but I couldn’t quite pull it off. The kids had not complained at all, but by bedtime, I was overwhelmed with discouragement. Tears poured down my cheeks. Waking up Christmas morning, I saw, taped to the wall, a stocking. Cut from a brown paper bag, stapled together, it had a candy cane and MOM drawn on it in red crayon.
MARGARET SUE LEEPER, Miami, Oklahoma
LUCKY DOG
I saw him limping along, one rear leg dangling, useless, on my way home from work. He was a small, nearly hairless gray dog. I stopped and tossed him bits…
