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Another year gone by
and with my spirits high
like a busy bumble bee
I dragged out the family Christmas tree.
A fake evergreen that stands tall
I decorated it with bright lights and red balls.
I wanted then to hang up my Christmas sock
but was dealt with an unpleasant shock.
It was not in its usually box
and this made me very cross.
It was a gift from my little sister many years ago,
to confess it was lost would give her a nasty blow.
The beloved sock is super soft
it s wine red with a white rimmed top.
I searched high and low
while my anxiety continued to grow.
I was in full panic mode
when my sister came near on tippy toe.
She gave me a kiss on my cheek
and told me that last week
she had taken the merry sock
to get a dry clean but had forgotten
it in her glovebox.
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