Twas the night before Thanksgiving when all through the town,cries of, “Vote now!” rang with resound.

Votes were all cast and fliers passed out in hopes that, “We won!” we would soon shout.

The children we love are tucked in their beds while visions of hope dance in their heads.

Total strangers have showered us with love,as angels hover over our GAN kids and guide us from above.

Angels on earth have helped us too.There’s Doris and Steve and all of you.

Miracles and serendipity continue to unfold.A cure is in reach; our kids will grow old.

So as I pause this eve while making the pie,I will say thank you as I gaze at the sky.

Thank you to all of you for doing what you can.

Together we are going to cure GAN.