Cernunnos, at the dawn of the new year

Cernunnos between things
Cernunnos between the years
Cernunnos on the threshold
Keeper of the gates, guardian of the borders
you live on the edge
the fine line between order and chaos
Cernunnos with the antlers
each end another possibility, a new chance
Here and now
at the end of the old year
at the beginning of the new
I call out to you:
Be my guest, Cernunnos,
sit down at my fire
and celebrate with me the feast of life
in the middle of cold and darkness.
Teach me what you know
and take my gifts in return.