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.)