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EVERY YEAR FOR CHRISTMAS,
WHEN I WAS JUST A BOY,
WE'D GO TO MY FATHER'S PARENTS HOUSE,
NOT FAR FROM WHERE WE LIVED.
ALL THE COUSINS GATHERED,
SIXTEEN OF US IN ALL.
STOP BY GRANDMA GRANDPA'S ROOM,
UP THE STEP..
DOWN THE HALL.
GRANDPA DIDN'T SAY MUCH,
WE'D KISS HIS WHISKERS CHEEK.
GRANDMA PASSED THE PRESENTS OUT,
SAID THEY WERE FROM BOTH OF THEM,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TOO.
A PAIR OF KNITTED WOOL SOCKS,
THE SAME FOR GIRLS AND BOYS,
WRAPPED AND BOW ADORNED.
A BALL OF YARN..
KNIT WITH LOVE..
THIS HER GIFT TO US.
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GRANDMA`S CHRISTMAS PRESENT
GRANDMA`S CHRISTMAS PRESENT
