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.
Woodsy
For mi Baba
Xmas End 2015
nice one Woodsy.
ReplyDeleteCheers Bill. Actually Xmas doesn't end properly until Feb 2nd, Candlemas. It'd be great to leave the decs and the tree up till then!
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ReplyDeleteWhat. The. Flip!
ReplyDeleteTree doesn't come down 'till Wednesday...if you're a true Brit! Bulgarians don't actually celebrate until the 7th! And you got the Feb thing covered...you Philistine - I think I said last year!!!
Poignant poem though!
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Cheers Hugh, yes I do like the ancient beginnings of our Xmas festival and Twelfth [I'm never sure how to spell that] Night is indeed the traditional de-dec'ing of the tree. Unless of course you concur with the old calendar when 12th night would have been the 17th January! I would have loved to have seen the folks protesting about the loss of twelve days from September 1752! We's wants our 12 days back Guv'ner!
DeleteSounds like a 38Degrees petition right there!
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