Smoky Mountain Santa

 T'was Christmas eve, and most were asleep. Through the front door, I did creep. For no chimney or warm hearth was here... Just a mother, with three more hearts dear. Their tree was a twig, with a bit of foam for a base. Decorated with a dirty scrap of lace. A tea candle in front to light it up. One tiny cookie, for me to sup. The house was freezing, what could I do? I found in my bag, thick woolen blankets, more than two. I looked in the pantry and found it bare, I placed a large ham, and some canned food there. Next to the pitiful tree, I placed a few toys, sure to make glee. Then went on my way, I had no time to stay. But I came back, early to see, Three young children, delighted as can be. I saw the young mother, with a tear in her eye. The gifts of a stranger, didn't pass them by. Try as I might, I can't do it all. I need your help. Merry Christmas, Y'all.

 I've been making some changes, and that's resulting in errors. I can also be found on FaceBook at Smoky Mountain Santa .  You can private message me there or on my secure encrypted email at Santa .  The email form on this page seems to not be working all the time.  I've got my best elves on it.

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 The magic of Christmas will soon be upon us.  Make plans to create special memories like this. Time slips past us like a country stream in the night.