A Yuletide BlessingThe final line in the quatrain of the seasonsHas last arrived with the turning of autumn to winterMother earth, our great steward has set out once againReplacing the thin film of rain with a cocoon of cleansing snowIt will seep into the ground and clean it of all that makes it impure.As crystal flakes fall upon my head I will not hide, I will danceBeneath the snowy moonlight and catch the crystal flakes in my handsAnd feel them cleanse me, heart, mind, body and soul, knowing all will be made new in her stead.She will return the sun to us and the Holly King will bid farewell To the waiting earth with gifts for all who belie