'Twas the Night Before Yule
December 25, 2019
Author’s Note: I have always been a fan of theology and mythology, as well as the various influences of what we now know as Christmas. Odin, for example, is just one of three influences for Santa Claus; the other two being Father Christmas and Saint Nicholas. With that in mind, and feeling of a jolly mood this holiday, I present the following poem.
‘Twas the night before Yule, when all through Midgard
Not a creature was stirring, the snow was unmarred
The Allfather, Odin, was charing along on his steed
Looking for blood upon which Gungnir could feed.
Sleipner’s eight legs pounded the ground
Odin feared that no decent foe would be found
When up on the horizon standing defiant
Stood Ymir, the terrible frost giant.
Odin spurred his horse, charging ahead
He was certain that by dawn Ymir would be dead
The Allfather raced across the frozen land
Only to be cast aside by the swipe of one giant hand.
The god stood up and wiped blood from his beard
He cursed through his teeth, it was just as he feared
He couldn’t do it alone, there was only one thing to do
He needed the help of Jesus Christ and his kung-fu.
Odin dashed down to Jerusalem to look for the carpenter
And found him standing in a trial as arbiter
“Come with me, son of Yahweh
Up to the North! We have giants to slay!”
Jesus made his decision and followed Odin in a flash
He knew he could take down a giant with a Messiah Slash
Christ landed alongside the Allfather in the cold snow
Ready to deal Ymir a deadly blow.
With their combined godly might
The two were now prepared for a fight
They dashed forward with their teeth bared
And the frost giant knew what it meant to be scared.
Shards of ice flew high into the air
As the two fought together with divine flair
A matter of minutes and the battle was at an end
And brought a new meaning to the word “godsend.”
Let us not forget the reason for this night
When Odin and Jesus paired up for a fight
To send Ymir on his way to Hell
And leaving us with a great story to tell.