Under The Christmas Tree

She glanced at the big mansion with its many rooms. Impatiently, she looked around for it.

Noticing her disappointed expression, her father picked another box.

"Yes, sweetie, we bought the car too." Her mother smiled down at her

Feeling their reager looks, she faked a smile. Both beamed at their eight-year-old child.

Barbie's nearly white hair called her attention. Maybe Momma's lipstick would be useful to play hairdresser the next day...

She sighed. Hadn't she left cookies for Santa? Then why had he ignored her wish?

Little Cordy had only wanted red hair, just like that girl in her classroom...