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Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
All good things tend to come to an end. Such is the case with the holiday season at Killington. Mary and I were very fortunate, over the holidays, to have been visited by many nice guests who stayed at our Inn and dined in our Restaurant. We thank you!
But the holidays are now over. The project to take down the inn's Christmas tree began this afternoon. The boxes to hold all of the ornaments were removed from their storage places in the attic. The winter march of the snowmen will soon begin as Mary takes the inn out of it's holiday regalia and transforms it to a celebration of winter in the mountains.
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.
Let it snow!