I am the light that will never, never die
So the shortest day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees And hung their homes with evergreens They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake They shouted, revelling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing, behind us - listen! All the long echoes sing the same delight, This shortest day, As promise wakens in the leeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, and hope for peace. And so do we, here, now -- This year and every year. Welcome, Yule! -- 'This Shortest Day', (c) Susan Cooper, 1977 Waes hal, everyone.