A Masonic Christmas Card
Night before Christmas,
And down at
Not a gavel
And in the
Of aprons and
East and West
savour the silence,
All metal and
Christmas was nigh
And the coals
were still hot
In the hearth
of your home place,
As visions of
When up on
the roof there arose such a clatter
jumped up to see what was the matter!
He picked up
his sword and ran fast to the door,
shook the panels - he wondered “What for?”
the knocking with raps of his own,
And once the
door opened he saw, with a moan
it was Santa, all jolly and red
one notable feature instead!
large finger he wore what we knew
and square on a background of blue!
he shouted and lowered his blade,
“I see you’re
a Mason!” the Tyler relayed.
toward the Master’s most dignified chair
voice near trembling, “Most Worshipful there
Gentleman properly clothed at the gate!”
replied, “Let’s allow him - but wait!
You tell me a
Gentleman, but I don’t see
beneath that red suit. Can it be
hasn’t been properly raised?
Must we offer
a test that is suitably phrased?”
“I do beg
your pardon,” ol’ Santa said quick
As he pulled
up his coat and displayed not a stick
But a cane
with engraving, two balls did appear
And oh, what
an apron, he wore and held dear!
the Master’s, complete with a sign
Number One, the North Pole” on one line!
“Now let this
man enter,” the Master declared,
And once in
the Lodge room, the Brethren all stared,
For Santa was
wearing a jewel not seen
For many a
century - there in between
The fur of
his coat and the splendid red collar
golden reindeer that shone line a dollar!
and Blitzen, who I must confess
images brought from the West
By my Warden,
a craftsman like none in the world!”
And with a
great laugh from his bag he unfurled
An ear of
fine corn, and some oil from the East,
“My friend I
have plenty. Tonight we will feast
On all that
is good! We are Masons, kind sir!”
A murmur went
throughout the Lodge, quite a stir,
and promises flew from his sack!
This Santa, a
Mason, showed he had a knack
this Christmas the best you could glean,
And soon even
Deacons were laughing. They’d seen
On this very
night only happiness reigned!
Saint Nicholas quickly explained
That only a
Mason could be so inclined
To make all
kids happy, make all people find
so special. Yes, Santa was right!
Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Clayton L. Wright