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

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