Christmas Wishes

She went jolly in her state of mind,
even though she was blind,
happiness just wanted her to find.
And she always kept in remind
that no flaws shall make her rewind.

She went to her farm for a while,
which went a mile;
she just wished to be named Kyle,
not a person of vile,
just really wanting a smile.

She bent and took a handful of snow,
sparkling young glow,
from the paddy field she sow,
and molded them until they grow
into a spherical white dough,
and she knew she was slow,
but her enthusiasm wasn't low.

A cute little snowman she formed,
a little different from the norm,
a little bit way too deformed,
but she felt no need to storm.

As her ears caught on with bells
jingling from the middle of the city shell,
probably from a tree it spelled.
Her joyfulness soon swelled,
as she followed her tell.

Her world was a pitch black discovery,
and she saw no scenery,
felt no greenery,
as her parents were of evil sorcery,
restricting her freedom to their machinery.

So she embarked on an adventure,
to meet up with the lure,
so maybe her scars will cure,
and she will remain pure.

But the road was beyond tough,
as she fell and her knees went rough
due to being scuffed,
and she nearly called it a bluff.

She indeed lost her direction,
and thought it was deception,
came to light an inception,
as she felt heartwarming salvation.

"Oh young lady of purity,
you placed yourself in insecurity.
Would you like me, the guider of humanity
to bring you forth to the bell jingling tree?"
And she smiled, best of her ability.

He held her hand with full of warmness,
into the wilderness,
forest where man couldn't harness.
Along the way she felt his kindness,
and she went up to question his prowess,
"Hey mister, are you Santa in redness?
My parents said he was indeed generous."

As she ended her question of curiosity,
she realized she was, yes in the city.
Right in front she felt a huge tree,
with ever-changing lights she couldn't see,
yet just by touching the leaves she felt free,
in the middle of the night she finally felt glee.

"How on earth did she get here?" she heard,
"But she's a blind young girl!" were words,
But an unknown voice filtered out the herd,
"Her own heart guided her like a free bird."

As Christmas carols drowned the chatter of might,
she felt at ease with the tree in her sight.
She was thankful that her wishes did smile bright,
to prove that even she deserved to be right,
and finally had a wonderful Christmas night.