We pulled our old wagon

through drifts of fresh snow,

brimming with Christmas

for those needing it most.

Meowing friends hitched a ride

amid wrap that concealed

slates, chalk, and pennies,

rag dolls, mittens, socks,

plus mouthwatering scents  

of baked ham, cakes, and pies.

As we trudged down the hill,

a cry rang through the woods…

“Die Engel sind hier!”

(The angels are here!)

There were smiles, hugs, and tears

from the poorest of folk.

Their renewed sense of hope

stirred the depths of our hearts.

And in offering our love,

it was we who were blessed.

Michelle Close Mills ©