Her leg was amputated below the knee and those dreams evaporated. She struggled with uneven gait. She wrote to Santa. And as miracles go she was soon fitted with a prosthetic leg.
One day thieves coming upon it stole it. It was the week before Christmas. Passers-by stared pitifully at the little girl with a stump and the tiny wish-list. Too old for Santa she still stood in line awaiting her turn for another miracle.