" Dear Santa...." Admittedly, I enjoyed making Christmas lists for
my parents Santa to find. However, one year, though my dad worked every day, my parents were so poor, they couldn't even afford a pair of dime-store socks for me. We lived in a poor community in the boot heel of Missouri. That year Santa a dear pet store owner surprised my parents and me with a baby parakeet, a cage and even a little bell. She told them its mother died, but we could feed it milk and bread through a stopper -- something experts say NOT to do now. She supplied the stopper and prayed it would live for us. Her prayers were answered. It lived for nearly 10 YEARS! I just realized this year that's why I've always put a bird on my Christmas tree. This poor bird pictured below has an eye missing, but my heart is touched by him, like my heart was touched all those years ago by a little bird! What do you put on your tree that tells a story?