Reported by Gruff the Troll
‘K’–Don’t seem all that far.”
Skeek as he strapped on his skies.
mostly downhill ‘cept a couple of ‘K’,
me this ol’ race is a breeze.”
there’s plenty of ice on which I can skate.”
Kosz speaking out with a grin.
I’ll run up the Hill and then over the top
race I will easily win.”
to be topped old Gruff looked down the path.
is me who will top you this day.
kicksled knows me and it’s ways I know well
look out and get out of my way.”
the Great Yule Day Race, it happened each year,
the depths of the Wintery cold.
the racers who came were the best of the best.
true trolls both fearless and bold.
from near and from far Trolls all gathered around
wondrous event to attend.
would stomp, they would yell as their heroes rushed on by
they’d feast at the races far end.
year was a new course as tough as could be
the Victor must earn his great win.
racers knew little of what was far up ahead
were excited hot to begin.
signal was given, the brave trolls took up their marks
knowing they were already winners.
the victor got spoils and a year’s bragging rights
lots of fine treats and fine dinners.
stood young Mumfy, a flag raised high overhead,
to drop it, a grin on his face.
then down came the pennant with a swoop and a swish.
thus it began, the year’s ‘greatest race.’
a kick and a push Gruff got off to a start.
kicksled with bear grease was ‘waxed’
him came Kosz and then lastly came Skeek
they’d been a bit too relaxed.
sprinted at first neck and neck for three ‘K’
skies and skates going fast.
‘round them all nature watched holding it’s breath
see which of the three would outlast.
bumps and high moguls they flew on in the air
rocks and more rocks they did crash.
sled took a beating and a ski it got split
the racers pushed on in a flash.
Skeek took the lead followed closely by Gruff
the skater, big Kosz, lagged a bit.
and down the long course watchers clapped and some yelled
up!” “Get a goin’!” “Don’t quit!”
came ‘THE HILL’ much more steep than they thought.
leaped ahead sure on his skates.
climbing and scrambling, he fought up t’ward the top,
swiftly he tempted ‘The Fates’.
a crack and a scrape his right skate caught an edge
he fell crashing down to the ground.
faster than fast he bowled down the steep hill
Skeek and then Gruff with a bound.
cries of alarm watchers scattered and ran
others leaped back in great fright.
racers rolled by them in a tangle of bodies
a helpless and terrible plight.
the bottom they halted, all were battered and mashed
not one was really that bad.
the skates, skies and sled all were splintered and bent
a workable piece to be had.
them fell silence, some rushed up to give help
some watchers expected a fight
instead came a rumble from the pile on the ground
put all of their worries to flight.
roars of Troll laughter shook the world all around,
the competitors helped each to their feet.
crowd all relaxed and some started to smile
Gruff shouted out, “Let’s go eat!”
heart felt delight the Trolls started to move
mind’s understanding complete.
win, loose or draw matters not in the end
long as you nobly compete!
like all things in Trolldom, it is really quite clear,
Yule time comes just once a year
the best things in life are with your family and friends
the Spirit of Yule all through the year!
Yule to each of you and yours. It
is the hope of each of us
at Guardian Troll Headquarters
you hold tight to your family and friends,
a prayer for the world and all it’s wonderful beings,
and hold close this Seasons Sacred Meaning all through the year!
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