Yule Loggin'

Good tidings, I bring, for you and your kin,

Like Mr. Quasi-Santa Purple Death Zeus.

And isn't it the time to go out into the frozen yonder,

And chop yourself down a tree,

Well, maybe another type of tree,

Turn the light on one's own inner purple, making it manifest,

.. prescient, and most important, forboding, brimming with good tidings for the new gaggle of days to come.