Come, those who wish to come;
Stay, those who wish to stay;
Fare, those who wish to fare,
Harmless to me and mine
The floor is swept.
The lights are lit.
What’s needful is done.
Come, Mother, and judge our work good.
We've worked hard this year, and now our work is done. It is yule: the year is done, but the new hasn't begun. There will be no more mundane work; my broom is hidden, my labour finished. Welcome to Frigga, Mother and Lady-Queen, and with her I invite my disir, my ancestresses. I am Jasmin Marie, daughter of Kathleen Marie, daughter of Lillian Eveline. All who bear us blessings are welcome to rest within our walls this yuletide.
As this year closes, we thank our mothers before us.
For protecting us.
For teaching us.
For loving us.
We thank You, for the same.
Matron of matrons.
Keyholder. Matriarch.
We thank the year, for all it has given us.
Lessons learned, growth achieved. Smiles and tears.
Memories.
Our hands our stilled.
As Yours are stilled.
As the world is stilled.
Come, Mother, and put down your burden. Let down your hair, hang up your keys, and rest with us.
In this time, between times, the world holds its breath. While the world is dark, we make our own light. Welcome to the party.
We give thanks to our house-elves for all their help. Lay down your work and rest my friends. Eat and drink from our dishes, and be merry with us for it's yule.
I boast my ancestresses, for propagating me. May they approve of what I've accomplished and leave their blessings and wisdom. Hail Disir!
I boast my Lady-Goddess, for her hard work this year. And for putting down HER work, putting on her "evil" mask and joining her Husband on the Hunt for some fun. Hail Frigga!
I boast Odin, for never wearing masks at all. Enjoy your ride, you nasty old man. Hail Odin!
I boast our family, for surviving another year with honour and pride. |
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