Twas the night before Hannu-mas, and all through the Loft,
Not a staffer was working. (We had the night off!)
Our yoga mats were unfurled by the
chimney radiator with care,
In hopes that Rodney Yee would appear.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
What I thought was kirtan (but I had no proof).
As I drew up from child’s pose, and was turning around,
In through the fire escape, came Rodney with a bound.
He spoke not a word, and went straight to a pose,
Then gave some adjustments on reaching our toes.
Before we could thank him or say “Namaste,”
He flew out the window; he’d had a full day.
But we heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Hannu-mas to all, and to all a good night!”
Happy holidays from Well+Good!