According to the legend,
A Mexican peasant girl
Too poor to leave Christ a gift
One long-ago Christmas eve
Prayed to the Holy Virgin,
Then on the altar left weeds
Which blossomed into beauty—
These glossy leaves, red and green—
The colors of the season.
I’m no peasant, but I’m poor.
I stretch myself on the floor
And pray for a miracle.
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