Long and lovingly looked at the two pictures hanging on the wall
Ah! friend, dear friend, when life's glad day with you and me is passed, when the sweet Christmas chimes are rung for other ears than ours, when other hands set the green branches up, and other feet glide down the polished floor, may there be those still left behind to twine us wreaths, and say, "We miss them so!"
And this is the way John Norton the Trapper kept his Christmas.