Friday, December 25, 2020

Socialist Sonnet No. 13

 A Christmas Fancy


There’s those who don’t believe in Santa Claus,

Yet past folk had King Winter visit them

Long, long before the star in Bethlehem.

Then, later, riding through the snows

Came Jul astride eight legged Sleipner, blue cloaked

And gifting the good. After Senlac Hill

Lord Christmas went from castle to hovel,

While Tudor winter revels in log smoked

Halls were in the charge of Captain Christmas.

Even the Lord Protector’s severe ways

Were subverted by the mumming plays

When Old Father Christmas first made his pass.

And Santa? He brooks no borders so he

Can bring to each his need, and all for free.


D. A.




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