Mother Night, she comes again to give birth to sun;
The old sun dies down and then is reborn, good son;
The Holly King reigns, for over Oak he has won.
Though winter is long and cold and dark, spring will come:
There is no life anew without the death it's from;
So give to those who have none from those who have some.
For the dark times are lonely and winter is cruel,
Still the sun rises and gives its warmth, golden jewel -
Be like the sun and give all a bright, joyous Yule!
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