Wendy and Jacob were smiling as their baby crawled across the floor.

The relatives were filing in and grandma stood at the door.

Their little boy Dusty opened his present, a fluffy teddy bear in a bow-tie suit.
Jake's cousin Brian had shot his first pheasant, their Christmas dinner was won in pursuit.

They all sang their carols across the town and drank lots of eggnog and wine.

That one Christmas was without a frown, and Jake's cancer was supposedly benign.

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Wendy sits in the living room, sighing, as her little boy watches T.V.

Wendy's head hits the table, crying, and Dusty tilts his head to see.

"Mommy why are you sighing?"

"Dusty, just watch TV"

"Mommy why are you crying?"

"Honey, Just let it be"

Dusty held up his old toy teddy bear, to show it had been torn.

Wendy knew life wasn't fair, and that old toy was worn,

But she couldn't afford to buy him a new one and she didn't know how to sew.

In just three week's Jacob would be done, and there'd be no more chemo.

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The policewoman held Dusty from his mother, and she lied cold on the floor.

Some dirty pimp had smothered her, and on her chest carved the word "Whore!".

Without Jacob around and his 6 figure job, she just couldn't pay for food or rent.

As the coroner came Dusty continued to sob and policemen came and went.

He was driven to his cousin's when his aunt came up, but he begged for his old teddy bear.

It was covered in blood and she had to say, "Dusty, it has to stay there"

He screamed and he hollered and he pounded and he shouted, and he asked, "Why does it happen to me?"

As his aunt looked back to console him she doubted that he'd ever believe this the land of the free.