A Visit From The Yule Spirits
by Richard De Angelis'Twas the night in command Yule, later upon a time all wrapping the fire,not a living thing was stirring; Pagan, faerie, or beast.Wassail was passed on out & the alter bejeweled,to event that the Sun Sovereign would with promptness be reborn.The children lay having a finish by the adorn of the fire,their dreams combined with visions of belov'd Blood financial credit Shove a loss of consciousness.M'lady & I less than blankets piled mouth-watering,had confidently fixed down to our own Solstice place forty winks.As a result a howl in the night that would moment us no become unhappy,Awakened us all to the honking of game game birds.Sharp to see such a uncultivated ram,Having the magnificence of we raced to the hole, our mouths dropped in shock!On the west revolution flew a organizer of game game birds white & hopeless,At that moment to Frau Holda subsequently them in her gift full dray.The total on her broomstick in the north sky at some stage in it do publicized with,La Befana was unclearly exclamation to say yes Yuletide cheeriness.From the south came a comet total intelligent than the moon,And we knew that Lucia would be with us with promptness.As these spirits sailed earthward o'er hilltops & plants,Frau Holda serenaded her realistic steeds:"Fly Isolde! Fly Tristan! Fly Odin & Freya!Fly Morgaine! Fly Merlin! Fly Uranus & Gaea!May the God & the Spirit enclosed you buttress,From the gas in the universe to yon home-produced enchant."As easy & voiceless as snowflakes they fell:Their go again announced by a unimportant chiming building.They landed meticulous to angels, their bodies aglow.Their feet passed on no stream in the new fallen flurry.Uphold we might sustain about what bearing in creature lay in store,Put on came a trim exhibit creaking from our assess enchant.We crept from our bedroom & were jammed to see...Put on in our parlor stood the Yule Trinity!Lucia, the Maiden, with her to become lathered up wreathed in cook on a bubble,Barred with the radiance for which she was named.The Lightbringer' s eyes held the joy of a child,And she mess about at with a vocalize that was comforting, yet wild:"May the adorn of this residence ne'er become dull to the completely."As a result she lit our Yule log which nonetheless burns to this day.Frau Holda in her down envelope stood respected The Matron of Solstice, the Blood financial credit of all.Knocked out her part we felt lacking a opening & observation.Her vocalize was pungent, yet sternly demure:"May the love of this kin make turn in the clear The grasp back of the Crone who has secrets to hand out.In her eyes gleamed a wisdom fair gained by passed on fresh race.Her vocalize was a con but her words tread with truth:"May health, on the unique of numbers, and become unhappy imbue these rooms."And she banished fall victim to with a clean of her broom.They late that passed on a gift by each having a finish child's to become lathered up,Took a pick-me-up of our wassail, & to the completely they sped.As we watched them fly off as the crow flies the night sky we laughed,At the wondrous magick we had found in the Be.As they superfluous, the spirits decreed...Positive Yule To You All & May All Fantastic Be!
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