The snow silently falls.
Trees have shed their leaves.
The wreaths hang on doors and walls.
Lights of many colors are twinkling,
Beneath a thin layer of snow and ice.
Heavily decorated trees litter homes and streets.
Shredded wrapping paper is scattered around,
The presents, revealed, are stacked in the corner,
Waiting for the children’s return.
Young children, wrapped up tight, play through the day.
On the hills, in the yard, sleds and snow people.
Adults prepare hot drinks for the upcoming meal.
Soon the adults will become children once more.
Swapping and opening presents as the children slumber.
The alcohol will drip from bottles, nearly empty.
Cheerful voices will ring, filling each soul with joy.
O what a cheerful season to behold.
The last day of the Solstice,
Most important of all.
The day to celebrate and honor,
Our Creator and Protector.
This day all souls, the old and the young,
Will refresh their alters, begin anew.
All will burn candles, give offerings,
To our Beloved Father Satan.
Written by: Fane Star