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a stocking tale, written by Toni L.A. Cross 12/23/09

it started with a sheep
and then a gentle farmer
who sheared it for the summer's heat
next came the farmer's wife
who washed it clean and carded it
til it was soft and fluffy
and then as the fall nights turned brisk
she spun it into yarn by the firelight
the snow began to fall and the days grew darker
and now she sat in the stillness
with the click-clack of her needles
as the little ones made angels in the drifts
then little pitter-patters on christmas morn
stopped in front of the hearth
and there from the fireplace hung two stockings
created with love and stuffed with goodies galore
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About goatgirlbookworm

My name is Toni Cross, and I was raised on a farm in the far north of the United States. I love to read and write and I hope to use those hobbies in a greater way in the days to come. One of my passions is using whatever influence I have to make a difference in the world.

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