Her hair freshly done and she was dressed to the Christmas nines too.
The weeks upon weeks in the hospital had clearly taken their toll,
but the company and the singing were deeply refreshing to her soul.
Midway through the second song she was simply all given out,
and after gingerly easing to her seat, through her purse she began to dig about.
Softly, her lip quivered, as she removed a crumpled tissue and a faded photograph,
Alone on Christmas Day, she sat quietly at the end of the pew.
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