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Transcriber's note:
A few errors in punctuation have been silently restored, otherwise the original spelling was retained.
PLET: A CHRISTMAS TALE OF THE WASATCH
PLET:
A CHRISTMAS TALE OF THE WASATCH
BY
ALFRED LAMBOURNE
The Deseret News
1909
Copyright, 1891, 1894, 1906, by
Alfred Lambourne
TO
HOLD FROM OBLIVION AWHILE, AND TO PRESENT
TO MY CHILDREN,
THE MEMORIES OF HOURS
PASSED AT THE PLACE DESCRIBED HEREIN AS
OUR HOME.
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PLET: A CHRISTMAS TALE OF THE WASATCH.
A tale from out my western life you say? Something to while the Christmas Eve away; And something, too, to suit this festal time, With two old bachelors, long past their prime, Who as they sip in solitude their wine, Are filled with memories of Auld Lang Syne? Well,—I grant it. Yet why did you add, Something to suit the time? I shall be glad— But was the last a tongue slip? Let it go. Still, why I asked, the tale will clearly show. As I proceed and still you care to hear, You'll find it suits this night of all the year. 8Oh, yes! to fill your wish I'm full inclined, I need but voice the thoughts within my mind, And then the task's completed. All comes back On every Christmas Eve, I never lack Of food for thought. That time I'll ne'er forget In future years, though distant may be set My time for going. When my younger mate— But why as writers say—anticipate? You'll find the tale, perhaps, a trifle sad, When every dictum says it should be glad. And—hope the last will not astonish you— Once in a while a little preachy, too. And mixed with love, a subject—well, heigh, ho! Something that we are not supposed to know.
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