Blessed Yule to all!

In Wiccan lore, this is the day of the year when the young Sun King is reborn from the womb of the Goddess. May light and warmth shine upon you and bless you at this darkest time of the Wheel, whatever your religion or lack thereof. Merry Yule!

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Aspects of Yule
(a poem by: Zephyr Lioness
from http://www.angelfire.com/moon/yule/)

Time of deepest darkness
The God is born anew
Seedling in the frozen earth
Awaiting springtime dew.

The ground, an icy wasteland,
Though neighbors' hearts are warm
We share our goods with everyone
So no one comes to harm.

Snow lies on her shoulders
Frosted mantle for her hair
Winter's Queen is giving birth
The Goddess, always there

The sun is growing brighter.
It happens every year
Promising return of light
For sod and oak and deer

Stag King, his mighty antlers
Rising from a drift
Leaps for the hunter's arrow
Just as strong and swift

He knows his time has ended
He is heading to the plain
Where joy caresses memory
Like softly summer rain

New fawn takes his first step,
The buck he will become.
After the time of knowing
A new year has begun.