People pass me on the streets, not even noticing me.
No home, no family to love me.
I’ve lost it all.
But every Christmas I get a bag,
Not just any bag.
A bag made with love from kids who care.
In the bag I get a card, some cookies, A toque, mittens and a tooth brush.
Every Christmas I look to wards receiving another E.D.A.S bag!
Quinn Signing off