A Yule Feast Ron AI
Upon a Mind Clear
It came up upon a mind clear,
At solstice this time of year,
That the baby Jesus story,
Was just a religious schmeer.
Sometime after harvest of joy,
Facing a time of future fear.
When all that was gathered,
Wasn't enough, starvation near.
On the shortest day of the year,
Elders knew days longer grew.
Tough it out until the spring, when,
Everything was plentiful, new.
All northern people faced the same,
A long cold winter, sure as rain.
Whether by feast or yule log,
Singing a hearty, drunken refrain.
Christian conquerors wanted more,
Heathen pagans into their fold.
So they conjured up a baby story,
Of innocence would never grow old.
Wrote heavenly lyrics,
To bawdy tavern songs.
Ensuring that even heathens,
Knew how to sing along.
Mixing tradition with the Jesus story,
Giving of gifts part of the glory.
Even Jewish shop owners joined in,
And conspicuous consumption began.
Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull
12/25/25
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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Rebecca
I wholeheartedly agree with you. While Stonehenge is probably the most well known example, sun worship is evident in archaeological findings in almost every civilization on earth.
Rightly so, because we wouldn't be here if we didn't have our benevolent sun to provide us all the energy we have and ever will have. Life on earth would not exist without the sun. So I will accept it as our god and provider. Much better than some fictitious baby ending up creating vicious wars over turf and ideology.
Ron