Letters to the editor for Tuesday, Dec. 29, 2015

Editor’s note: The following holiday memory was incomplete in Friday’s Nevada Appeal.

A Christmas wish

On the morning of Christmas Day, Beth jumped out of bed and ran to the tree. She let out a cry of joy. “Mommy, Daddy, she’s here, my fairy princess doll, my Christmas wish! I heard Santa and his reindeer on the rooftop last night.”

Beth’s parents smiled, pleased she liked her plain doll.

To Beth she was all she had desired. She had blonde curly hair, blue eyes and her dress was of simple material. To Beth she was perfect. Her Christmas wish had come true because she believed with all her heart and only saw goodness in her life.

It was a merry Christmas for Beth and every day from then on. For Christmas was with Beth in her heart for all the days of her life.

A Christmas wish

The season of miracles,

“Yes,” said Beth, as her little heart filled with hope

And her big blue eyes filled with wonderment.

Beth was 5 years of age.

A very bright and responsible little girl for her age,

She was an only child.

She lived with her hard working mom and her ill father.

They lived in a small, run down house in a poor area of town.

Beth spent her days going to school,

And then the long walk home to care for her father.

Her mother left her a list of chores to do daily.

She so desired to please her mother and be the good little girl that she was.

The days were getting closer to Christmas.

As Beth and her mother were cleaning up after dinner one night,

Beth talked endlessly of her Christmas wish to have a fairy princess doll.

She just knew Santa would remember her. “Perhaps,” was all her tired mother could say.

Each night as Beth said her prayers she would include her wish to Santa.

At school, during share and tell, Beth would tell of her Christmas wish.

Her classmates would giggle and whisper how silly Beth was.

She didn’t care, she believed in her Christmas wish.

Christmas Eve arrived bringing all its excitement.

The tree was decorated by Beth’s father. He always got the most perfect tree

And decorated it with his warmth and talent, even with his ill health.

Beth adored her father and mother.

At bedtime, Beth and her parents set out homemade cookies and milk for Santa.

Beth kissed and hugged her parents a good night and was tucked in.

As she said her prayers, she drifted to sleep.

The sounds awoke Beth, she laid still in her bed. What was the sound?

She heard jingle bells and hooves of reindeer on the roof. “Oh,” Beth said.

“I know it’s Santa with my Christmas wish,” Beth thought. “I won’t get up.

I know Santa is busy.” As she laid in her bed, she felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Beth fell back to sleep.

On Christmas Day morning, Beth jumped out of bed, ran to the tree.

She let out a cry of joy.

“Mommy, Daddy, she’s here, my fairy princess doll, my Christmas wish.

I heard Santa and his reindeer on the rooftop last night.”

Beth’s parents smiled, pleased she liked her plain doll.

To Beth she was all she had desired.

She had blonde curly hair, blue eyes and her dress was of simple material.

To Beth she was perfect. Her Christmas wish had come true because she believed with

All her heart and only saw goodness in her life.

It was a merry Christmas for Beth, and every day from then on.

For Christmas was with Beth in her heart for all the days of her life.

Elizabeth Dozier

Carson City