With a holly-draped basket and face aglow
She sought out the lame and the blind, and so
Each little hand held a cherished prize,
Or so it seemed to the childrens’ eyes.
For she said, “This apple is Rudolph’s nose,
If you don’t believe me, see how it glows.
And the lucious orange is a lump of gold
Like the Wise Men gave to the babe of old.”
Edna Day, Reflections, 1972
This poem from my Mom who lived to be 104.