yule
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1. The Yule has come and so have I,
Poised at your doorstep, benumbed with cold,
Open up and you will see;
That I bear no white beard and I won't howl a ho ho ho,
Sun lost, Demeter’s tears,
For so the land hath slumbered here,
For the once warm air now dull and queer,
Stop! Something rustles in the dark,
Hark! Someone approaches like a lark.
