Season Of the Nog Tree:
A Christmas Poem
Drink up your eggnog
While still you can
For though the hens lay endless eggs
It is told the Nog Trees only grow
Hidden in the far, far west
Where the last of the setting suns
Make their final pirouettes
Into the oceans behind the snow
Drink up your eggnog
While still you can
For the full moon came late this fall
And the Nog wranglers only just found
The first trees hidden in their mountain homes
Drink your eggnog
While still you can
For the New Year fast approaches
And Nog Trees easily frighten
By our boisterous revelries
So drink you eggnog
While still you can
For the Nog Trees will soon go back into hiding
To their secret homes in mountain fissures
And still another year will nearly pass
Before the next full moon of October
Brings them wandering into the night
For the wranglers to harvest their treasures
