'Twas the Night before Christmas in Lodge

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  1. Blake Bowden

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    'Twas the Night before Christmas, and down at the
    lodge not a gavel was stirring, and in the hodge-podge.
    Of aprons and jewels and chairs East and West
    You could savour the silence, most gladly divest
    All metal and mineral, it mattered not,
    Since Christmas was nigh and the coals were still hot.

    In the hearth of your homeplace, all Masons abed,
    As visions of trestleboards danced in their head;
    When up on the roof there arose such a clatter
    Our Tyler jumped up to see what was the matter!
    He picked up his sword and ran fast to the door,
    Three knocks shook the panels - he wondered 'What for?'

    He answered the knocking with raps of his own,
    And once the door opened he saw, with a moan
    Of delight it was Santa, all jolly and red
    Except for one notable feature instead!
    Upon his large finger he wore what we knew
    Was compass and square on a background of blue!

    'Why Santa!' he shouted and lowered his blade,
    'I see you're a Mason!' the Tiler relayed.
    He looked toward the Master's most dignified chair
    And said, voice near trembling, 'Most Worshipful there
    Is a Gentleman properly clothed at the gate!'

    The Master replied, 'Let's allow him - but wait!
    You tell me a Gentleman, but I don't see
    His Apron beneath that red suit, can it be
    Our visitor 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!
    Adorned like the Master's, complete with a sign
    Of "Lodge 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
    Gleamed two golden reindeer that shone like a dollar!

    "It's Donner and Blitzen, who I must confess
    "Are actually 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,
    As presents and promises flew from his sack!
    This Santa, a Mason, showed he had a knack
    For making this Christmas the best you could glean,
    And soon even Deacons were laughing, they'd seen

    On this very night only happiness reigned!
    This jolly Saint Nicholas quickly explained
    That only a Mason could be so inclined
    To make all kids happy, make all people find
    A Christmas so special, yes, Santa was right!
    Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
     

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