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A Rich Tradit ion of Seasonal Poet ry brings us a Poem about  a Christ mas Cake

          Helen Maria Williams, a British poet  born in 1761, was no early  verse writer for greeting cards.  In her
            day she was  well- known for her support of radical causes, including  abolitionism and the French
            Revolution. While her poems often talked about (and inveighed  against) war, slavery, religion,  and
         Spanish colonial practices, this  one,  centered on a Christmas cake, is actually  about home, longing, and
                         memory--- things that remain  common to all of us at the holiday season.

                                      What crowding thoughts around me wake,

                                           What marvels in a Christmas-cake!

                                       Ah say, what strange enchantment dwells

                                           Enclosed within its odorous cells?
                                           Is there no small magician bound

                                             Encrusted in its snowy round?

                                              For magic surely lurks in this,

                                           A cake that tells of vanished bliss;

                                             A cake that conjures up to view
                                          The early scenes, when life was new;

                                         When memory knew no sorrows past,

                                         And hope believed in joys that last! ?

                                         Mysterious cake, whose folds contain
                                            Life?s calendar of bliss and pain;                                                             Th e  Vik in g s  a n d  t h e Sa x o n s   Br o u g h t
                                                                                                                                      t h e Yu l e Lo g  t o  wh at  wo u l d  b ec o me En g l a n d
                                          That speaks of friends for ever fled,
                                                                                                                       Historians are divided on whether it was the Germans  ( known as the Saxons when they invaded
                                           And wakes the tears I love to shed.                                         the home isle) or the Vikings, since  they invaded, too, who brought the tradition of the yule log to
                                                                                                                       what became the British Isles.  The word Yul or Jul is a Norse word.   All agree, however, that the
                                        Oft shall I breathe her cherished name
                                                                                                                       Yule log  began its life as a pagan endeavor, beginning as an early winter solstice ritual.
                                       From whose fair hand the offering came:
                                                                                                                       According to scholars, the original celebrations of what the pagans called Yule were connected to
                                            For she recalls the artless smile                                          the  Wild Hunt  and  the  god  Odin  for  the  Vikings  and   to   M?draniht  (  Mother's  Night) for  the

                                          Of nymphs that deck my native isle;                                          pagan Anglo- Saxons. The ceremonial  log was burned to welcome back the sun on the shortetst
                                                                                                                       day of the year and stayed burning during the  arrival of the return of longer days.  Cut from an
                                            Of beauty that we love to trace,
                                                                                                                       oak tree and  carved with runes to ask for protection of the gods. the log  burned for the duration
                                            Allied with tender, modest grace;                                          of the feasting.  It was a dark omen if you let the log go out before the end of the celebration, a

                                        Of those who, while abroad they roam,                                          sign of back luck to come. In the Viking tradition a piece of the old log was saved to start the log
                                                                                                                       for the following year's fire. Today the ashes of the log are considered to be good luck for growing
                                        Retain each charm that gladdens home,
                                                                                                                       plants.
                                        And whose dear friendships can impart
                                                                                                                       As the years passed, adopted as part of what we know now  as Olde Christmas, families would
                                          A Christmas banquet for the heart!                                           haul their chosen Yule Log into the house and put the big end into the fireplace where it would
                                                                                                                       feed the fire for the 12 Days of Christmas.
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