The Toy Most Treasured

 

A rich woman rushes out
Looking for some Christmas paps.
Spying an expensive toy pre-made,
She grabs and buys and wraps.

 

On Christmas she gives her gift
To her only little boy,
But little care was given on
The condition of the toy.

 

The poor woman spends her time
Working with needle and awl,
Laboring and slaving the best she can
To make her girl a Christmas doll.

 

When Christmas morning rolls around
She gives her heartfelt toy
To her daughter, who still treasures
This precious, homemade joy.

 

So in the end the rich boy's toy
Lies forgotten and oh so cold.
While the poor girl's ragtag, torn up doll
Is worth its weight in gold.