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{This rhyme is traditional to the Midwinter celebrations of my followers. My thanks, as usual, to malpanda, for his assistance in translating it into the local vernacular.}
When darkness falls on longest night,
We gather here, in circles of light,
to laugh and feast and sing Her praise
who sees us through, each of our days.
For on this day, so it is said
we'll never lack for drink nor bread.
a dish for each hand, a treat for each paw
no one goes hungry. that's our Lady's law.
Beyond the glow of candlelight
exists the vastness of the night.
Though Dark may reign outside our door,
soon darkness fails, and is no more.
Have a Yummy Midwinter, everyone. (If you ~insist~ upon celebrating other variants of the Winter Holiday, may they be equally joyous and/or sacred as well. )
When darkness falls on longest night,
We gather here, in circles of light,
to laugh and feast and sing Her praise
who sees us through, each of our days.
For on this day, so it is said
we'll never lack for drink nor bread.
a dish for each hand, a treat for each paw
no one goes hungry. that's our Lady's law.
Beyond the glow of candlelight
exists the vastness of the night.
Though Dark may reign outside our door,
soon darkness fails, and is no more.
Have a Yummy Midwinter, everyone. (If you ~insist~ upon celebrating other variants of the Winter Holiday, may they be equally joyous and/or sacred as well. )
