A tattered dress she wore  On every holiday  
Always wanted something new  Especially this day  
 
Christmas Eve was special time  She wanted just to be  
Like all the other kids  Who dressed so beautifully 

When evening arrived  Time for her to dress 
Saw what she was wearing All very neatly pressed 
 
Her eyes were filled with tears Knew what time was spent 
To make this dress look special So she tried to be content 

She fixed her hair all neat on top Placed ribbons for some flair 
 Mom and Dad were waiting When they saw her standing there 
 
They said you look so beautiful She smiled and felt so shy 
Tried so hard wipe away The tears that she had cried 
 
Walking toward the church  Now friends and family met  
Greeting all with such great joy  So filled with happiness 

Everyone had compliments For her neat but tattered dress 
She felt so very special  Knew her heart was blessed  
 
As long as she remembered  She loved this season best 
Always took some time see Sweet Jesus in His crèche  
 
Mother Mary next to Son  Dressed in swaddling cloth  
Realized the beauty of  This miracle love brought 

As they were walking home  In the beauty of the night  
This little girl looked up to Mom  She said with much delight  

Thank you for my dress  I looked so nice and new  
I felt so very proud today All because of you  

She realize that Jesus was  Dressed in swaddling cloth  
That Mother Mary loved Him so  She wrapped Him in her warmth  
 
Jesus smiled so pretty In His crib that was so bare  
Mattress made of straw  His Mommy's love aware 

I'll never feel ungrateful  For anything I own 
Cause it is given to me with love  Such tenderness was shown 

That beauty is not in value  Of things that people see  
It's in the heart that loves someone  That gives joy constantly 
 
On Christmas when she woke up  She was filled with so much glee  
Found a box with ribbons tied  Underneath their tree  

When she opened up the box  Her eyes just looked above  
Mom and Dad smiled down on her  This gift was all their love  
 
A dress of velvet and of lace  To light her pretty face  
This gift that she was given was  Designed with so much grace 
 
She put the red dress on She danced so merrily 
This was greatest Christmas  That ever was to be 
 
She never will outgrow this dress  It's where her love is traced  
Forever she'll remember gift  That can never be replaced 

Her heart made of this velvet  Her soul made of the lace  
This treasury of memories Is love that she embraced.  

~ Francine Pucillo~