A VIKING YULE
âTwas the night before Christmas and all through the Hall Not a creature was stirring, not warrior nor thrall And I in my armour, my greaves and my helm Was drunker than anyone else in the Realm. I staggered upstairs and fell into bed While four quarts of mead were ablaze in my head. Then up from below came the sounds of a brawl So I grabbed up my axe and ran down the Hall. I missed the last step and crashed down in a heap Thinking, âWhy canât those low-lifes downstairs go to sleep?!â When what to my wondering eyes should appear But two brawny strangers, wielding mallet and spear. I said to myself, âWeâll soon have them beat!â Then I noticed ten warriors laid out at their feet. I gave out a yell and leapt into the frayâŠ. Iâll always regret my poor choice of that day. For the one laid his hammer to the side of my nose And up, up, up to the rafters I rose. Then came a lone frightened voice from the floor, âThose are no mortal warriors â thatâs Odin and Thorâ Then they looked at each other and they said, âBattleâs done. Now they know who we are, it no longer is fun.â Then Thor raised his hammer, and his elbow he bent, And with a loud crash, through the ceiling they went. I crawled through the Hall and flung open the door, Not really sure that Iâd seen them before. The snow bathed in starlight, the moon like a glede, I saw them ride off on an eight-legged steed. And I heard them exclaim, âere they flew out of sight, âTO HELHEIM WITH CHRISTMAS, WE JUST LOVE A GOOD FIGHT!â Hope everyone has a very Blessed Yule! Hail, my Brothers and Sisters!
Had to bring this back for Yule this year!












