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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