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!
Merry Christmas!
And to you too, Gretchen!
Merry Christmas Kevin. You are right. You write humorous verse sometimes. Where did you get that Santa picture. Looks like he’s had one too many.
Thanks, John! You’re pretty humorous yourself sometimes. 😜
As for Santa, I found him at Morguefile. He seems to be worrying about his daunting task next week…
Clever, unlike this response. Happy Christmas!
And plenty of happy happy joy joy to you too, Eric!