Sometimes I write humorous verse… It’s Christmastime!

On The Yuletide

Stumped is what I always feel
Come this time of year.
They call this time the Yuletide,
I find that pretty queer.

First, I don’t know what it means,
It’s all but Greek to me,
I don’t know what a “Yule” is,
And tide? So where’s the sea!

There’s something called a Yule log,
There’s a guy who’s called Yul Brynner,
There’s soap suds by the name of Tide,
Yul Brynner — he’s a tenor?

In any case, I’m baffled,
Old Norse, it had its jól,
But that was old-time pagan stuff,
No talk of the North Pole.

So let’s just call it Christmas,
Let’s tell it like it be,
Some guy crawls down your chimney,
And leaves boxes ‘round your tree.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

                          See ya next year!