The delicate child wished to be a ballet dancer. Daily she wore frilled tutus and gracefully practiced en pointe. Then the accident occurred.
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.
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.
