The season is changing, so very fast,
Now the undead will begin again to walk.
Ancestors will visit from our distant past,
To sit down for a drink, and maybe a talk.
The evergreen wreath I carefully placed on my door,
With Thor' s hammer hanging defiantly in its middle,
Invites in the elves, idises, and those unbargained for.
This is a responsible hosts way of acting hospitable.
I arrange plates of food, I pour them a drink,
I invite them to the fireplace, for warmth and to sit.
As I light the Yule log, I toast them with a wink,
And see their ghostly images in the fire that I lit.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright 2012.