For twelve nights long we’ve rung the bell.
For more years now than men may tell.
Before Saint Nick was on the scene.
Before the baby Nazarene.
We dressed the hearth in green and red.
We kept the children long from bed.
And told the tales the wise men know.
And feasted through the deepening snow.
To wake the Sun from her long sleep.
To mark the oaths we’ve sworn to keep.
Now Yule from us is nearly gone.
Now starts the newborn year in song.
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May our midwinter celebrations bring us closer to hearth and home and to those we love from across the miles.
Blessings to you all.
Blessings to you and yours.