by Sarah Earlene Shere, ©2024
(Dec. 27, 2024) — “Zitella, Zitella, not courted by man,
Because her face looks like a scratched frying pan.”
But one winter night the heart-of-gold hag,
Was inspired by magi to fill up her bag,
With treats and with toys for a little Child,
She flew with her broom out into the wild,
La Befana takes flight one night each year,
Leaving gifts for good tots and spreading warm cheer.
She still looks for the Babe, yes, so they all say,
Who, in a manger, once slept on the hay.
For fear she might pass by the Infant so mild,
She leaves a small gift for every good child,
Then sweeps the house clean with the broom in her hand,
Making way for new year and blessings to land.
La Befana, Befana, once mocked in cruel song,
You are precious to God Who rights every wrong.
You give all you can what comes from your heart,
And no one can ask for a better start.
Poor and weak, an old maid gives all that she can,
What a lesson to teach every lady and man!