I remember Christmas
Back in days when I was small
There wasn't lots of money
But still, we had it all

One year when I was very young
Maybe nine or ten
When I think of Christmas
I think of that year then

That was the year my Mother
Made a special gift for me
It was wrapped so beautiful
Sitting underneath our tree

The package said "from Santa"
But even then I knew
I wasn't fooled, not one bit
Mom, I knew it was from you

You see, I had a Barbie doll
A gift the year before
But with no money to buy her clothes
I played with her no more

When I unwrapped that package
Laying there for me to see
Were little tiny Barbie clothes
A wardrobe fantasy

There were blouses, skirts & sweaters
Slacks and jackets too
A little stole made of real fur
And an evening gown of blue

Mom had made those clothes at night
After we had gone to bed
She didn't go to sleep herself,
She'd sewn those clothes instead

I recognized the fabrics
You see, that's how I knew
Each was made from our old clothes
But on Barbie looked brand new

She'd sewn each one, each tiny stitch
I can't imagine how
I do know they were made with love
And that still warms my heart now

Although I'd outgrown dolls and such
I never told my Mother
Instead I just played with that gift
Like I never did another

I don't know if my Mother knows
What that gift meant to me
And how it turned that Christmas
Into my fondest memory

© Carol Gough Lust
November 25, 2005
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