Several nights ago a spirit appeared in your home. You were challenged to a duel of rhymes and lost.

It is now Christmas Eve and you hear the clacking of hooves outside your door.

As you open the door Mari Lwyd's hollow eye sockets bore into your soul.

Greetings on this frosty night. I come to claim what's owed from a rightful fight.

Your ale and wine... I claim them as my prize. For I am Mari Lwyd, and you have met your demise.

So pour me a glass of your finest brew... For the Mari Lwyd has bested you.