Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
All the yogis were chanting to Ganesha who rides on a mouse.
The mats were hung to dry after being cleaned with care,
In hopes that Shiva soon would be there.
While seated in lotus at the front of my mat,
I just settled the class down for a long Svasana nap.
When out on 13th Avenue there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the studio to see what was the matter.
The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow,
Gave a luster of mid-day to Bender’s Bar below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Vishnu and his 10 incarnations are here.
More rapid than Vayu, God of the Wind, his avatars came.
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
“Now, Matsya! Now, Kurma! Now, Vamana and Varaha!
On Krishna and Kalki! On, Buddha and Parshurama! On Rama and Narasimha!
Top the top of Trimurti, to the top of the wall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”
He sped off with his team, on Garuda he took flight,
Away they all leapt, like Hanuman into the night.
But I heard him exclaim, as they all transcended away,
“Om Shanti to All and to All Namaste.”