I remember Yuletides of long ago,
When the Christ babe was not known to me-
But we worshipped the land,
Mother Earth and Brother Tree.

I remember a time when the light sprang clearly
From the quiet pool and raging sea. Then, that sang to me

Then Rome with its' god of wrath and vengeance,
Was ordered for me and mine.
And in that time most did succumb,
And later, did resign.

Others fought quiet and long,
To keep the sacred vow.
The Romans then did think it good
Tradition to allow -
To mingle and sit on their god's brow.

Yet whichever path we follow,
God, the Light is good,
And the stable where the Christ child lay -
It was made of wood.

And so upon a Christmas Eve
Remember well the Yuletide.
For Light and God were even then,
Always side by side.