The Christmas Angel...by jude kyrie

it is Christmas once more
did it not just catch up with me again.
in the high street the shops are crowded.
the hustle and bustle of last minute shopping.

it is cold and snowflakes are in the air.
my little granddaughter is with me
I am going to buy her the latest hot toy.
expensive and full of Electronics that baffle me.

as we enter the store I notice
a young woman sat on the pavement.
she is selling  Christmas ornaments that have been made by her own hand.
in front of her was a handwritten sign
it read

alone with three hungry children

she looked thin and pale
with the prettiest blue eyes
I have ever seen.

I thought of my own daughter
and had an overwhelming need to hold her and tell her I love her.

then something happened that brought tears to my eyes.
my little angel girl said grandad do I have to have  a toy for Christmas.
I said no honey have what you like.
she said softly almost in a whisper.
I want to buy an ornament
from the lady with my toy money.
I gave her the money in her small hand and she picked a handmade angel from the lady.
slipping all her money into the girls hands.
she then said thank you grandad this is the best Christmas present I have ever had.
as I kissed her head i said no honey you are the best Christmas present I have ever had.