just a little addendum to my previous text "When the Child was born".
Soon days will lengthen again
The celebration of Yule's winter feast
Ancient customs that still remain
The holly leaves, His crown of thorns
Its berries signify His blood
The Robin forever stained red on its breast
As the blood from the Christ did flood
And the mighty Yule-log still burns so bright
They gather round it on the shortest day
A celebration and feast on the old years end
Till the story tellers found a different way
So now we have the new with the old
Christian faith stole our ancient belief
Yule-tide has become our Christmas
Different stories where the truth came to grief
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2024-12-22 at 10:08
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Before the child was born...
The winter solstice has now but passedSoon days will lengthen again
The celebration of Yule's winter feast
Ancient customs that still remain
The holly leaves, His crown of thorns
Its berries signify His blood
The Robin forever stained red on its breast
As the blood from the Christ did flood
And the mighty Yule-log still burns so bright
They gather round it on the shortest day
A celebration and feast on the old years end
Till the story tellers found a different way
So now we have the new with the old
Christian faith stole our ancient belief
Yule-tide has become our Christmas
Different stories where the truth came to grief
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2024-12-22 at 10:08
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