The winds blew blustery that lone day as the pitiful creature walked the streets of the town. Her dress torn in many places and sewed with patches.
Christmas was another day to this urchin who looked like an elf.
The streets were paved in cobblestone and covered lightly with the fresh fallen snow. She had seen finery in town . The old store windows had shown the holiday to come and she had walked it every day just to gaze into the windows.
Alicia knew one day she would grow up if she survived the cold winds that nipped at her feet and legs. All she could hope for now was survival.
Years later a lone figure stood in front of the same windows she looked into as a child. She had grown tall and her hair was below her knees.
She was now eighteen in this god forsaken world .
Time had seem to stand still as she had learned to survive yet another Christmas coming in this new age. She had learned much from the streets of Knob Hill. She worked as a laundress and had had just enough to eat and live since she was eight years old.
Christmas always a lonely wait as if etched in time. Sadness shown in her face that was etched with sorrow , but yet a beauty to many as they looked into her eyes as they passed on the streets.
Walking Alicia looked into the store windows gazing as she always did this time of year. The winds not as cold as they had been when she was small.
People passed her and looked twice at this creature with the beautiful face of an angel.
One gentleman in particular stopped as he passed her and stared as if he had been struck by lightning. Who was this tiny creature he thought as he watched her go from window to window?
