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James Whitcomb Riley - "Them Old Cherry Words"James Whitcomb Riley - "Them Old Cherry Words"
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Pap he allus ust to say,   "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" Liked to hear him that-a-way,   In his old split-bottomed cheer By the fireplace here at night-- Wood all in,--and room all bright, Warm and snug, and folks all here: "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" Me and `Lize, and Warr`n and Jess   And Eldory home fer two Weeks` vacation; and, I guess,   Old folks tickled through and through, Same as _we_ was,--"Home onc`t more Fer another Chris`mus--shore!" Pap `u`d say, and tilt his cheer,-- "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" Mostly Pap was ap` to be   Ser`ous in his "daily walk," As he called it; giner`ly   Was no hand to joke er talk. Fac`s is, Pap had never be`n Rugged-like at all--and then Three years in the army had Hepped to break him purty bad. Never _flinched_! but frost and snow   Hurt his wownd in winter. But You bet _Mother_ knowed it, though!--   Watched his feet, and made him putt On his flannen; and his knee, Where it never healed up, he Claimed was "well now--mighty near-- Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!"   Pap `u`d say, and snap his eyes ... Row o` apples sputter`n` here   Round the hearth, and me and `Lize Crackin` hicker`-nuts; and Warr`n And Eldory parchin` corn; And whole raft o` young folks here. "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" Mother tuk most comfort in   Jest a-heppin` Pap: She`d fill His pipe fer him, er his tin   O` hard cider; er set still And read fer him out the pile O` newspapers putt on file Whilse he was with Sherman--(She Knowed the whole war-history!) Sometimes he`d git het up some.--   "Boys," he`d say, "and you girls, too, Chris`mus is about to come;   So, as you`ve a right to do, _Celebrate_ it! Lots has died, Same as Him they crucified, That you might be happy here. Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" Missed his voice last Chris`mus--missed   Them old cheery words, you know. Mother belt up tel she kissed   All of us--then had to go And break down! And I laughs: "Here! `Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" "Them`s his very words," sobbed she, "When he asked to marry me." "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!"   "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" Over, over, still I hear,   "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!" Yit, like him, I`m goin` to smile And keep cheerful all the while: _Allus_ Chris`mus _There_--And here "Chris`mus comes but onc`t a year!"
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