The darkness is falling,
The wind it howls and lashes,
Whipping the snow into whirling dances,
Rattling the windows and battering the door.
The ice slowly creeping,
The earth soundly sleeping,
The frost cannot help but to bite,
And so with the Sun's dying light,
We kindle the Yule log as in days of yore.
Gather we merry! to banish the dark,
Sing the old songs, rekindle the spark,
Gather we merry! now hear as we call,
A blessed good Yule, to one and to all!!!
1 comment:
And good tidings to you as well my friend.
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