Twas the Night before Yule
By: Stephanie Bardy

A new take on an old story...

Twas the Night before Yule

Twas the night before Yule
and all through my house

The cats were all playing
with their new catnip mouse

The stockings were hung, and the tree all a glow
even though we are Pagan, we hoped Santa would show,

The children were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of the Yule Fairy danced in their heads.

And dad in his robe and I in mine too
had just settled down for a cup of home brew.

When up on the roof, there came such a noise,
I sprang from the couch, (tripping over the kids toys)

Away to the window I flew like a flash
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
made me thank the Great Mother, above and below.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a tripped out old sleigh and meat for the year!

As stunned as I was the man silenced me more
As he addressed each fine reindeer and opened my door,

Now Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer and Vixen,
On Comet, On Cupid, On Donner and Blitzen,

To the Pagans house here, and the one just next door
Watch out for the Heathens, they'll make you jerky and more,

Like a wind storm in summer, they leapt in the sky
creating such a breeze, I got snow in my eye!

So down to the street, their coursers they flew
with a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nickolas too

And then in a twinkling he came in the house,
and the reindeer all waited, just as quiet as a mouse,

He was dressed all in fur, hat, boots, coat and mitts
and his bag was all filled with tools for the Rits.

The small bundle of toys he strapped to his back
were for the children he said, as he opened the pack.

His eyes, they saw all, and he knew I was wary
"I am not about Jesus, Joseph or Mary"

His droll little mouth drew up like a bow,
"I'm the spirit of the season, or didn't you know?"

"This world has forgotten, what I'm all about
where I came from, and how my story starts out,"

He sat with a thump, A sad look crossed his face,
and he sighed and he grumbled and started to pace

"Father Christmas, Pere Noel, the name doesn't matter
its the message behind all the Hollywood glamour"

"I'm love and I'm forgiveness, I'm sharing" he said
"I'm greeting the neighbor with kindness not dread"

He spoke no more words, and went straight to his work
I had a lot to think about, cause even I had been a jerk,

And laying his hand on the side of my face,
he said "Admitting your wrong, shows courage and grace"

"Love when its hard, and forgive when its harder,
just be a good person, you don't have to be a martyr"

I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight


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