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The novelty of marching behind the wagging rumps of reindeer and watching their antlered heads swinging along the trail never quite wore off.

Everybody who had a voice left was joining in. A marching choir of nearly five thousand male voices drowning their despair in a song of praise for the child who would be born on the morrow. The song was "Holy Night" and those who did not sing it in Polish sang it in the language in which they had learned it as children.