12/20/2025
Karma woke up with a sparkle and snap!
“It’s Yule!” she exclaimed, “There’s no time for a nap!”
She tip-toed to candles—one, two, then three,
All beeswax and pine-scented, glowing with glee.
She hummed while she lit them (a drum softly thum-thum),
For Yule isn’t Yule without rhythm and hum.
She stirred up some cacao—oh rich! oh divine!
With cinnamon sticks and a splash of good wine.
“Not too much,” she said, “just a warming delight,
For balance,” she nodded, “is magic done right.”
Out came the drum with its hide warm and round,
It waited patiently, loving the sound
Of Karma’s bare feet on the floor—patty pat pat!
As she danced with the dog and the cat in her lap.
She gathered the greens—pine, holly, and fir,
And whispered old blessings as she gave the pot a stir.
“Return of the light! Come back, come back!”
She sang to the sun on its long winding track.
She set up an altar—oh what a sight!
With golds and deep reds and a candle of white.
A log dressed in ribbons, a bowl full of grain,
A promise that warmth will be with us again.
“Some folks rush and hustle,” she chuckled, not sour,
“But Yule,” Karma said, “is a listening hour.”
So she sat and she breathed and she felt in her bones
That stillness can sing if you leave it alone.
The night settled in like a soft velvet cloak,
The stars leaned in closer—the darkness then spoke:
“You’ve honored the turning, the rest, and the slow…
The light will return—this you already know.”
So Karma smiled wide, with a heart full of glow,
Drum resting nearby, candle flames dancing low.
“Happy Yule to all,” she whispered just so—
“May the gold come from within as the sun starts to grow"
