About this time of every single year
The papers and the TV demand a cheer
Not looking for a rift
But all that expensive kit
To our ancestors would seem an act that is queer
The Feast of Yule, on Midwinter's night would go on
As long as there was food still left to dine
Baldr, Son of Odin was reborn
Summer sun returning, so have some wine
Watching from the Yggrdrasil, Odin's tree
Over ours and the other Worlds he can see
With his eye he watches all
Searching for heroes for Valhallla’s Hall
To protect Asgard when Loki tries to call
In the land of Nordd, King Hakon fell
Totally under the Nailed God’s spell
To stop Yule he tried with all his might
But his people said ‘Stop? No! Ya talking sh())0@
So Hakon declared the Nailed God’s birth
In the middle of everybody's Yuletide mirth
With one night for each Apostle
To party longer no longer possible
On pain of death, so declared the King
Upon that declaration Nordd’s land saw
An exodus of ships, looking for Thor
Some to British waters fled
Irish land some others won
Even further others went to escape his hand
Furthest North they found a land of Fire and Ice
One where they could survive, and keep their peace
Isolated out of the prying Nailed God’s spies
A brave new world they carved out for themselves
In 2020 saw a Temple made
To Thor and Aesir it was named
Once again the Aesir have a place
For mankind to visit if they choose
When Bethlehem is shown on TV
As it always is upon a certain day
Remember that that great big massive tree
Is Odin’s Throne, so the Allfather can see
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