a carver was carving , and quiet as a mouse
late at night , all you could see ,
was a light on in the shop where the carver would be,
basswood in one hand and a knife in the other
a gift it would be for sister or brother,
the carver kept working late into the night
knowing all to well it would soon be light
when the carving is done he looks with delight
to be able to give it away to someone tonight
and the smiles it will bring to the ones that he gives ,
the carver will cherish it as long as he lives
merry christmas,
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