[[this borrows from many different traditions]]
Amid frost, trees stand tall and bright,
Candles – soft, warm, and light.
Hearths hum and flames dance and glow,
Cinnamon, pine, smells high and low.
Beneath the boughs, world soft and still,
Laughter rises, and warmth that fills.
Wind, a biting serpent, cold and sly,
Whispers of night, snowflakes fly.
Mōdraniht’s shroud, mothers of silent might,
Hold earth shadowed in thick of night.
Those Wyrd, Fates, of winding threads
Wake beasts; darkness treads.
Odin, rune-marked on flesh and bone,
Hears Hylda’s hounds; shadows groan.
Wild Hunt, chased by dogs of dark,
And huntress, scour for icy mark.
Asgard’s peak, the Yule King takes flight,
Laughter echoes in endless night.
True Santa, cloaked in winter’s glaze,
Deals fortune in shortest days.
No bell rings; phantom hooves pound,
Their echoes shake enchanted grounds.
Air thick, ancient, mystic grace,
Hylda and hounds embraced in chase.
Solstice Eve, Isis greets new light,
Sol Invictus rises from the night,
Saturnalia weaves carnal cheer,
Deep magic, fills the frosty air.
Sacred boar, hands are sworn,
Hunt of beast. Light is reborn.
Winter’s oath, beneath frozen sky,
Ancient winds, shadows do not lie.
Holy swine, symbol of right,
Witness in dim, eternal night.
‘Neath gaze of Yule and pale moonlight glows,
Darkness chased, sun shows.
Beware the frost, winds’ wail and weave,
Great beasts on the earth, take their leave.
This night, shadows slip and creep,
Threads of fate, silence, eerie sleep.
Odin’s laugh, wild and free, now flies,
With cold hunt, paints new among the skies.
Mistletoe, grows the air more thick,
A new magic, suggestive tricks.
A kiss, blessed by god of wiles,
Fate’s token, wrapped in devious smiles.
A plant, gift and curse combined,
Binds these hearts, and souls confine.
Yule’s dark tide, fates and spirits meet,
Greets the Hunt, and shadows, cold, and sleet.
Dawn’s first light, darkness fades.
Frost soon melts, as day invades.
Warmth and sun, shadows light,
Enjoy this Yule, a wondrous sight.
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