it was a season of mystery, transformation and meaning. Long ago, as the sun faded and darkness stretched across the land, our ancestors gathered around fires to honor the turning of the year. They told stories of gods and spirits, of Odin’s Wild Hunt sweeping through the night, and of Frau Perchta walking the frozen paths. They celebrated Yule not as a holiday, but as a sacred passage a descent into shadow before the return of light.

Today, those echoes remain. In the evergreen tree that stands in our homes, in the lights that pierce the darkness, in the feasts that bring us together. But the deeper meaning the wisdom of the season has been forgotten.

It’s time to remember.
To rediscover the roots of our traditions.
To embrace the mystery that still whispers through winter winds.