“Ah, friends, dear friends, as years go by 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.” Christmas Poem1898Christmas PoetryTouch HandsWilliam Hh Murray Book:Holiday Tales: Christmas in the Adirondacks Source: Holiday Tales: Christmas in the Adirondacks