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Christmas Knitting

Every Christmas I sit by the fire

I get out my knitting, my heart’s desire

I knit and knit and watch the snow

I hear the whistle of the winter gale blow


I wear my Christmas dressing gown

And knit through the dead of this silent town

What was that stamp upon the roof?

It must be a mighty reindeer’s hoof…!


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