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Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
and surely I’ll buy mine!
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give me a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.
Robert Burns
1788 Scots poem set to the tune
of a traditional folk song
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![]() Rose Marie August 15, 1923 – December 28, 2017 American Actress and Singer |
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I remember one Christmas morning
A winter's light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell and that Christmas tree smell
And their eyes full of tinsel and fire
Greg Lake from Father Christmas
Greg Lake, Peter Sinfield
1974 Manticore
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Winter solstice Thursday, December 21, 2017
Northern Hemisphere 11:28 a.m. EDT
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First day of Winter.
Shortest Day of the year.
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So I remain the proverbial grinch. I simply haven't made the leap into Christmas spirit this year. It seems that life has snuffed it all out of me From the standpoint of festivity. So as I ponder the holidays one thing is mighty clear. They seem to have passed me by so I can only await next year. |
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