The magic of the markets

The magic of the markets
I livejust round the corner and walk past it every day,But I'venever seen them build it; it springs up when I'm away,An emptysquare to log cabins, stored on a million shelves,But whoexactly builds them up? Is it Santa's team of elves?Do theysneak onto the squares at night and build it whilst we doze?In AlbertSquare and St Annes too and all down Brazennose,Do theybuild them up in seconds, a whole village out of oak,WithZippie shining merrily up high as Rudolph sings to folk,A hundredelves all beavering, fixing roofs and walls,Thenfilling up the goodies on the Christmas market stalls,The onlything they don't need magic for is the market going folk,But thenone day it's gone away, not even a puff of smoke,The elveshave done their work once more and the markets disappear,Leavingthe merry folk of Manchester full of Christmas cheer. 
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