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As it’s Christmas Eve, all of us at Inkblots would like to wish everyone – writers, followers, likers and readers – a very Merry Christmas!

Thanks for reading all our posts from our hard-working writers, who have lives of their own, with many either in school, college or university. We’ve had an incredible last third of 2012 and we want to keep going strong in 2013 – whoever said it was an unlucky year? PSHHH! So, here’s to a wonderful 2013!

And as it’s Christmas, we want to leave you with something special.

– The Inkblots Team – Silver, Lilith and Sparky.

The Oxen

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel

"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.

Thomas Hardy