My hastily written poem about the pagan origins of Christmas:
T'was the night before Christmas and I had a thought
of the rituals of Christians and the treasures they bought
The fire was lit, the Yule log was a aflame
a pagan tradition they made their same
Children and the elderly were all snug in their beds
dreaming of presents, pies and wondrous spreads.
But did they know, the Christmas Tree alight
the pagan holidays they practiced all this night?
The Solstice of winter, the darkest of days
pagans have called for uncountable days.
The Yule Log we know, all evening will light
the Teutons and Celts to challenge this night.
Mistletoe hangs o'er, blessing the kiss
a tradition began by the Norse Frigga's Wish.
Once the bane of strong heroes called
the green plant now sings, it's curse annulled.
An evergreen tree, a star alit on the dome
to ward away evil in a pagan family's home
The fir stays green throughout the year
to remind the heathens: Summer's coming near
Presents once bought, bribing mischief spirits away
Now children receive these, so they will behave
On twelve twenty-five, gifts we once received
meant to protect us, now to deceive.
To drink and eat, to sing a chorus line
once despised by the Church, now is divine.
Celebrating the return of Summer's warm rites
Merrymaking for a clan, a village this night.
And good Ole St. Nick, or was it's Odin's good flight --
the children left sugar and straw, by the chimney this night
A flight o'erhead, the steed's legs churn the air
those homes with sugary goodness, rewarded he dare.
The bells that are jingling and jangling on Yule
ward off the darkness as a long lost rule
So, if a rose is a rose, by all other names
then Christmas is pagan by the traditions it claims.
of the rituals of Christians and the treasures they bought
The fire was lit, the Yule log was a aflame
a pagan tradition they made their same
Children and the elderly were all snug in their beds
dreaming of presents, pies and wondrous spreads.
But did they know, the Christmas Tree alight
the pagan holidays they practiced all this night?
The Solstice of winter, the darkest of days
pagans have called for uncountable days.
The Yule Log we know, all evening will light
the Teutons and Celts to challenge this night.
Mistletoe hangs o'er, blessing the kiss
a tradition began by the Norse Frigga's Wish.
Once the bane of strong heroes called
the green plant now sings, it's curse annulled.
An evergreen tree, a star alit on the dome
to ward away evil in a pagan family's home
The fir stays green throughout the year
to remind the heathens: Summer's coming near
Presents once bought, bribing mischief spirits away
Now children receive these, so they will behave
On twelve twenty-five, gifts we once received
meant to protect us, now to deceive.
To drink and eat, to sing a chorus line
once despised by the Church, now is divine.
Celebrating the return of Summer's warm rites
Merrymaking for a clan, a village this night.
And good Ole St. Nick, or was it's Odin's good flight --
the children left sugar and straw, by the chimney this night
A flight o'erhead, the steed's legs churn the air
those homes with sugary goodness, rewarded he dare.
The bells that are jingling and jangling on Yule
ward off the darkness as a long lost rule
So, if a rose is a rose, by all other names
then Christmas is pagan by the traditions it claims.
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