The Gift Bringer
You have seen seasons pass;
May you see many more.
Holidays come and go,
But memories of them endure.
May the red-robed gift giver
bring you great Yuletide cheer.
For in the eons past,
he would bring fear.
In lost and forgotten ages,
Before conversion by the sword,
The one-eyed Father Christmas
was Odin, the Norse god of war.
Now a figure turned character,
displayed in department stores.
Would the Norse not find it odd,
that Old One-Eye is praised no more?
The old succumbs to the new,
And time marches on.
May the problems of the past,
Not trouble you in the future.
Have a Merry Yuletide!
(Or else.)