I Found Christmas Standing in the checkout line, My attitude getting worse. I had no more patience left And very little money in my purse. People were pushing and shoving, And taking stuff out of my basket. I had lost my Christmas spirit And I didn't even try to mask it. It was then I saw the little girl Paying for a red haired dolly. But, it was what happened next That turned Christmas from sour to jolly. She told of how she'd been here, once, To buy medicine for her mother. She had hoped to have enough left For something for her and her brother. Daddy doesn't send any money. So, Mama says toys are out. Right then, I seemed to remember What Christmas was all about. The lady said there's not enough For your dolly and this car. I stepped in and said, "Check again. You're wrong. I know you are." I winked at her and she caught on. Then, she counted the money, again. "You're absolutely right," she said. And, I saw the little girl grin. She was so happy she almost cried. And, as I paid for the little toys, I knew that I had found Christmas Inside a small child's joys. © 2002 by Claytia Doran