The Winter King, Sinterklaus

I never knew the shamans

Of the Sami

Traditionally journeyed

To the Upper World

In a sleigh pulled 

By reindeer I hear

It was to see to it

That the sun returns from its

Darkest point to bring

The gifts of light and life

to the world

And talking of the sun

If the outer

Is a perfect reflection

Of the inner

As the sages

Have taught down the ages

Then doesn`t it beg the question

What is the root cause 

Of suffering

For each and everyone one, bar none

Of us?

Merry Christmas!