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I've been overwhelmed. I have to make my presents this Christmas. But I found out I'm in excellent company...
FROM APPALACHIA WITH LOVE
Gra'ma Annie had a mission to help children in need she lives up in the hills where they grow their food from seed.
They have no running water no facilities indoors still heat and cook with wood don't buy much from stores there are folk so destitute they still have dirt floors.
Li'l Annie was a scrapper 90 pounds if soaking wet. But her heart is just enormous as big as one can get!
She found out 'bout a drive for children overseas in Africa and Asia Haiti and the Belize
How the people in those countries had no presents for to give their children at Christmas they could barely live!
She contacted the charity and said she'd send some toys as many as possible to the poor girls and boys.
Annie had no phone so she walked far and wide and asked all the hillfolk throughout the countryside to whittle and to paint toys in which to pride!
Those people got together and carved ponies and dolls that had joints that moved and real hair that falls!
They whittled and sanded painted with rainbow hues and when they had delivered them it made world news!
The children overseas who got them still recall they kept their homemade presents...
THEIR FAVORITES OF ALL!
MY FATHER "NEVER HAD A CHRISTMAS"*
My father was a child in a place called Isle la Monte winter's are quite brutal in that part of Vermont.
His family were farmers they lived off the land they had gardens and stored their food they worked hard with their hands
They had to really struggle to make the frayed ends meet dad walked 14 miles total through the snow and sleet to get to his schoolhouse sometimes with frozen feet
Every year at Christmas time his mom would be in tears she would never say much but stated that she feared
there would be no Christmas no presents and no tree it was always the same. Grandpa would agree. So the children went to bed every Christmas eve.
But they weren't sad because they always knew that Santa was coming and so they weren't blue.
Sure 'nuf in the morning they'd tumble out of bed and in the once-bare corner there was a *tree instead!
There were many presents most carved and painted things grandma got the practical stuff no perfume or rings.
But the Christmas meal was cooking and all through the home the smell... that sumptuous dinner...
well. That's another poem...!
But before the feast was eaten grandfather said Grace and thanked the blessed Lord and ALWAYS SOUGHT HIS FACE.