Christmas is a wondrous thing: presents given, trees decorated and smiles appear. If you wander my street it’s not so delightful, a few old rags wrapped up in newspaper if you’re lucky. Our street isn’t like theirs, ours is poor, only rags for shelter for no one has much money. I sometimes imagine: great sparkling lights, a room full of presents...oh that would be nice.
Its Christmas, I’ve put up our branch (I don’t expect anything under it). As I walked towards the ‘tree’, I find my family gaping at a little box covered in gorgeous wrapping paper. Reading the tag, my heart leapt with joy. I pulled the string and there within was a note that someone had got us a home.
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.