A SNOW GLOBE STORY
A Christmas Gift For Patches
Patches wore raggedy clothes, but it was the hole in her heart she longed to mend.
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The church steeple watched over the peaceful village. Small but neatly kept homes, lined with sidewalks and flower gardens. were sprinkled about.
Except down the road by the dump.
There…
stood the rambled shack where Patches lived with a rough, angry aunt.
Torn and ragged clothes covered her slim figure, but the sadness in her eyes was not about how she dressed.
Patches felt empty, as unloved children do. She longed for a family. When sitting in the corner back pew during Sunday mass, she let herself scan the church, longing for a family like those that filled the rows.
When Patches prayed she did not look down, she looked up to the statue of Mother Mary.
Her hollow heart filled with hope.
She asked Mother Mary to pray for her.
At one Christmas Eve mass, Father sat by Patches and said, “Patches, there is a family I would like you to meet. They have two adopted children. May they sit with you?”
