A Christmas Wish
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Summer season brings delights
Balmy July Friday nights
It has been better for our game
There’s things I long for all the same
I miss games on St Stephens Day
Exiles home for holidays
Stand together shoe to shoe
As a freezing wind cuts you in two
Halt time Bovril such a treat
You can no longer feel your feet
Back to the pub, real fire burns
Hot toddy makes your feet return
Post match sessions were sublime
I miss football at Christmas time.
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