GIVE ME A SPECIAL GIFT THIS YEAR by Fay HardenThe mother of a dead child will always weep at Christmas time. On that you can depend. No matter how many people or how many presents the pulsating void that seems too large for her heart to hold, keeps on drawing her attention back to the child who's missing. As others laugh and play her thoughts fly away to Christmases past or a lonely cemetery, To a face her heart aches to be kissing. The face of the child who's missing.

Reprinted with permission from *THANATOS*
    Winter 1990
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