Holidays, awww can you just smell the fresh baking, the pesky 5.oo am carols, the snow (if you live where there is snow). You can see how the Earth has suddenly stopped in a second, and changed to another breezy tune. Yule, rebirth of the God, the name is your own (for the God), but he raises once again, bringing hope back into our hearts, homes; he brings with him the promise of a new years harvest, the happiness of the bloom; and our spiritual guidance that he has not yet left us. All will be at peace.
So I encourage all members, true of a magical heart, to raise their voice this 21st or 22nd as it pleases you to sing, his name aloud at night, meditate on the riches to come; thank the wise mother for her never ending comfort.
For it is this to us a warm day, filled with the magick that only love can create.
Blessings to the True in Yule.