T’was the night before Christmas and right through the space
All the yogis were chanting and vibrating with grace.
The yoga mats were rolled along the floor with care,
In hopes that ease and comfort would soon be there.
The students relaxed from their head to their feet
while life hurried by, outside on the street.
With John in his yoga pants and I in mine too,
We all closed our eyes to connect with the personal guru.
When up on the roof there arose such a blast,
I took a deep breath knowing these distractions wouldn't last.
And what to my wondering third eye should I see,
But Santa himself, breathing in ujjayi.
His hands placed in mudra, he looked so free,
Sitting in lotus, right under the tree.
“Santa!” I exclaimed, “how can this be?”
“I've come to align your chakras,” said he.
He rose up to standing, such a jolly old man,
I awaited with eager, intrigued by his plan.
We connected to the breath, aware of our inner flame,
And he whistled and shouted each yoga pose name.
“Now up dog, now down dog, now to cat/cow!
On cobra, on side plank and finish with plough!”
The prana was flowing, my worries were gone,
My mantra, “I am grateful,” carried me on.
Santa helped me realize, that much like an elf
Through yoga I'm creating a gift, of peace, for my Self.
“Your practice need never be out of your sight,
Empower with Home Yoga is with you, all day & night.”
I heard him exclaim as he drove off in his sleigh,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all Namaste!”