Holiday Tales Part 9

"Friends come and go, but until death enters kennel or cabin, the hunter and his hounds bide together."]

Ah, friends, dear friends, as years go on and heads get gray--how fast the guests do go! Touch hands, touch hands with those that stay.

Strong hands to weak, old hands to young, around the Christmas board, touch hands. The false forget, the foe forgive, for every guest will go and every fire burn low and cabin empty stand. Forget, forgive, for who may say that Christmas day may ever come to host or guest again.

Touch hands.