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I needed this outing…my spirits were tired….

Our mode of transportation was a car not a sled...

And visions of CHOC’s children whirled around in my head.

And suddenly before me (life can be unfair).

Around the next corner was the child in the chair.

I couldn’t determine if it was a boy or a girl.

The balding little head, had nary a curl….

A tiny body blanketed head to toe.

A pallor of gray, replaced a once healthy glow….

Machines that were tethered to this tiny child.

Created a scene so disturbing, and wild.

How could we be Christmasing with these families in hell.

Enjoying relatives and children, So Ro-bust and well….

Now, as Christmas draws closer, I’m much more aware….

How it’s meaning was changed by the child in the chair.