Merry Christmas

Posted: December 25, 2011 in Uncategorized
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

From “The Cremation of Sam McGee” – Robert Service

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