A different Christmas Story…In the wintry night, a feral cat roams,Through snow-covered streets, she has no home.No cozy hearth awaits, her paw’s soft tread,Only a loneliness, filling her heart instead.No carols sung in warm, glowing halls,But whispers of winds through crumbling walls.She listens closely, her senses keen,For the gentlest notes of love unseen.In the cold winters grip, this feral soul,Lost in the shadows, no place to go.But as Christmas arrived, a beacon of hope,A chance for love in a world so remote.Amidst the cold, a whisper of grace,A kind-hearted soul, with a gentle embrace.Helping a cat, with eyes full of fear,Offering warmth and love, drawing her near.In a cozy home, her sanctuary found,Her Christmas miracle, on hallowed ground.Gentle hands and tender whispers of care,Mending the wounds of a life so unfair.From skittish glances to a trusting gaze,Their hearts entwined in a joyous maze.With each passing day, love starts to bloom,Throughout the house, and in every room.So let us remember, this Christmas night,The power of compassion, shining so bright.For in saving a life, we find our own soul,And give the gift of love, to make them whole. Merry Christmas to all of you who help the innocent ones…
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