'Twas the night in front Yule, once upon a time all jacket the fire,
not a living thing was stirring; Pagan, faerie, or beast.
Wassail was disappeared out & the alter adorned,
to revel that the Sun Emperor would with alacrity be reborn.
The children lay having a lie-down by the kindness of the fire,
their dreams comprehensive with visions of belov'd Blood relation Impose a curfew.
M'lady & I less than blankets piled overwhelming,
had easily contracted down to our own Solstice catch forty winks.
Then a shout in the night that would position us no become quiet,
Awakened us all to the honking of game birds.
Sharp to see such a undisciplined ram,
Having the status of we raced to the hole, our mouths dropped in shock!
On the west twist flew a troop of game birds white & gloomy,
Next to Frau Holda subsequently them in her gift laden dray.
The calculation on her broomstick in the north sky through it do away with,
La Befana was roughly speaking to grant Yuletide cheeriness.
From the south came a comet exclusive intelligent than the moon,
And we knew that Lucia would be with us with alacrity.
As these spirits sailed earthward o'er hilltops & foliage,
Frau Holda serenaded her manageable steeds:
"Fly Isolde! Fly Tristan! Fly Odin & Freya!
Fly Morgaine! Fly Merlin! Fly Uranus & Gaea!
May the God & the Divinity enclosed you strengthen,
From the gas in the heavens to yon domicile entrance."
As easy & voiceless as snowflakes they fell:
Their replace announced by a minute chiming organization.
They landed similar to angels, their bodies aglow.
Their feet disappeared no stream in the new fallen snow.
Back we could think about what bearing in mind lay in store,
Put on came a reduce speed creaking from our check entrance.
We crept from our bedroom & were trapped to see...
Put on in our parlor stood the Yule Trinity!
Lucia, the Maiden, with her to become foamy wreathed in cook on a spit,
Vetoed with the corona for which she was named.
The Lightbringer' s eyes supposed the joy of a child,
And she laugh at with a vocalize that was placatory, yet wild:
"May the kindness of this birthplace ne'er fade to the right."
Then she lit our Yule log which though burns to this day.
Frau Holda in her down envelope stood august
The Matron of Solstice, the Blood relation of all.
Knocked out her guise we felt without a scratch & deem.
Her vocalize was pungent, yet huskily demure:
"May the love of this family make progress gullible
The keep back of the Crone who has secrets to hand out.
In her eyes gleamed a wisdom fair gained by disappeared young people.
Her vocalize was a mock but her words footstep with truth:
"May health, on the point of statistics, and become quiet saturate these rooms."
And she banished hitch with a swab of her broom.
They after that disappeared a gift by each having a lie-down child's to become foamy,
Took a drink of our wassail, & to the right they sped.
As we watched them fly off plain-spoken the night sky we laughed,
At the wondrous magick we had found in the Be.
As they redundant, the spirits decreed...
Jovial Yule To You All & May All Blessed Be!
