Twas the night of the Solstice
And all through the town,
Not a creature was stirring,
All had bowed down,
To light the Yule log
To coax back the light,
On this dark winter Solstice,
The longest of nights.
Evergreens mean the renewal of life,
Holly, mistletoe and pine trees, too,
Decorated with bells to let you know
When forest sprites are there with you.
Candles and feasting bring this holly-day to life,
Oranges and cloves and all kinds of spice,
Celebrate, forget all your troubles and woes,
Dance round the bonfires, not once, but thrice.
Caroling, wassailing, and caraway cakes,
The 12 days of Christmas with gifts wrapped with love,
Eggnog, and cider, and even Kris Kringle,
All bask in the grace from heaven above.
© 2001, Tess Piontek
