tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96984192011-04-21T19:57:31.999-04:00Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15148997449787388096noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698419.post-1103849605946647692004-12-23T19:51:00.000-05:002006-10-18T16:00:56.111-04:00Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents, grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. <br /> <br />It's so dreadful to be poor! sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress. <br /> <br />I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all, added little Amy, with an injured sniff. <br /> <br />We've got Father and Mother, and each other, said Beth contentedly from her corner. <br /> <br /><font color="green">~ from one of my favorite books ;-) <i>Little Women</i> by <b>Louisa May Alcott</b></font><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698419-110384960594664769?l=trainrunninglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15148997449787388096noreply@blogger.com0