It's almost Christmas, but the dust blows still. I ask mamma, ''How can santa come with no snow? Will the dust stop him?'' Mamma says nothing just strokes my hair. She is worried. Pappa has tried so hard, but the weat is ruined. We have no monney. Mamma looked at me and i could see it in her eyes. No one would come here, not even santa. We're stuck in this dust alone. Even if I was a bad girl, I wouldn't get any coal. Nope, no matter whether I was good or bad, for Christmas, I'm going to get dust. Just dust.
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