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As Papa carved a wooden doll, he muttered, “She will be as stiff as last year’s Christmas tree…”
Mama laughed. “That is because this trunk is from last year’s tree! From the church!”
It had been a huge tree, nearly twenty feet tall. The trunk revealed itself to be large and well-formed. Papa could see a doll in the wood for his precious daughter, Natalia.
Mama fashioned a gown from Papa’s crimson flannel shirt, now mottled with time. She had spent weeks spinning and weaving a blanket with a border of lines resembling railroad tracks. This would cover a little girl, holding her new doll.
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To some people, such a small gift would appear to be insignificant. To a little girl named Natalia, it would mean everything.