The End of Christmas: the last glass ball:
The festive fire inside its heart:
Held aloft on proud, strong antlers,
The ancient cargo must depart.
The North of Norths, the final fir,
A magic sentry standing tall.
Behind from which appears the Guardian,
Waiting for the deer to call.
When at last the ball's delivered,
He check's the Yule's remaining flame.
He tests for its longevity:
A toe is dipped into the same.
Whereupon he sits and slumbers,
Tree and ball and Father North.
The Christmas flame once more protected
Until December Twenty Fourth.
For mi Baba
Xmas End 2015