12/24/2025
The yoga mats were rolled by the tree with care,
In hopes that there'd be 20 minutes to spare.
With the family in their yoga pants and I in mine too,
We were deeply in need of our Inner Guru.
When up on the roof there arose such a blast,
You’d think Lea was giving a free class!
And what to my wondering third eye should I see,
But Santa himself, breathing in Ujjayi.
His hands placed in mudra, he looked so serene,
Sitting in Lotus, right under the tree.
“Santa!” I exclaimed, “how can this be?”
“I came to align your chakras,” said he.
He rose up to standing (His pants were see-through,
He must have bought them last year at lulu).
We rolled out our Halfmoons and lit our inner flame,
And he whistled and shouted each yoga pose name.
“Now up dog, now down dog, now to chaturanga!
On cobra, on cat/cow, on parsva bakasana!”
The prana was flowing, my worries were gone,
My mantra, “I am grateful,” carried me on.
Santa, it seemed, was a wonderful mentor,
The yoga was helping me come back to centre.
“Your practice need never be out of your sight,
Yoga is with you, all day or all night.”
And I heard him exclaim as he drove off in his sleigh,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all Namaste!
