For today's Yule calendar surprise, we have a poem by Miss Lina, our yellow biscuit lover. She has written a poem about her childhood days and the loooong wait for Yule (and the biscuits).
Waiting fer the yuletide cheer
When winter chills us to the bone
And all the birds off south has flown
I wake at night and look around
And leave me bed without a sound
I tiptoe past me mother’s door
Asleep, cause I can hear her snore
I wrap up warm and head outside
And run into the fields so wide
The snowy fields they beckon me
All white wherever I can see
I roll around in winter’s cold
And swear I never will grow old
I build a snowman near a stream
Together we are quite the team
He is my knight in armour white
And we will have much fun tonight
But soon, the night gets colder still
I must go home to stay the chill
I rub me hands against the cool
I sigh and hope for days of yule
It fills me with a merry mood
The thought of friends and lots of food
The simple things that bring me cheer
If only there were biscuits here!
But yule is still a while away
No matter what the gaffers say
I wish it soon would come along
For I have waited far too long!
As I get home, I see a light
A candle in the window bright
Not now the cold that makes me shake
It seems me ma is wide awake
I fear the worst as she comes out
My eyes well up and soon I pout
She sighs, but then she smiles at me
And serves me honey-sweetened tea
She wraps me in a blanket warm
And says I’ll never come to harm
My dog creeps up into me lap
I yawn and drift into a nap
I dream of snowy fields of white
Where snowmen march on through the night
They whisper to me through the cool
“Rest up, because it’ll soon be yule”
No sweeter memory of old
Than early winter days of cold
When hobbit children everywhere
Can hardly wait for yuletide cheer
Picture from Miss Lina's biscuity burrow
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