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| Source: Wikipedia...White House tree |
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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| Source: on ebay...interesting site! |
To some people, such a small gift
would appear to be insignificant. To a little girl named Natalia, it would mean
everything.
