‘Twas Christmas Eve
And all was jolly
With little Molly
Who clutched her dolly
“Mommy, Mommy
Like my dolly?
I found it alone
In some Christmas holly.”
“Child, child
Throw it away
It’s dirty and tattered
Just like a stray.”
“But Mommy, Mommy
You just don’t see
This dolly’s special
It talks to me!”
“Talks to you?
How naive!
Impossible, a fantasy!
You’re forbidden to deceive!”
“No, Mommy, Mommy
You still don’t understand
Dolly takes me places
To a faraway land.”
“Enough, enough!
Your tales are lies
Instead of that dolly
Why not gifts to make you wise?”
Molly, Molly
With tears in her eyes
Tried to defend
Still they ignored her cries
Late that night
Gave it one last try
Begged Mommy to believe
Her dreams in the sky
“I told you already
You’re stories aren’t real.”
And took away Dolly
To end the whole deal
The very next morning
Molly was gone!
And so was Dolly
From the world, withdrawn
Some say poor Molly
Was kidnapped that day
Some say that Molly
Had long run away
But to tell you the truth
I know where Molly went
Her stories of Dolly
Were things that she meant
