Christmas in the barn

I was nine and waiting Christmas Eve for the animals to kneel and speak. Not to miss a word, I was early, bearing apples, carrots, turnips. I gave my gifts, I scratched the beasts, I nestled in the straw and just at twelve by the bells from town the miracle was I spoke Clydesdale, I carried on in Lamb.

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