Merry Yuletide

In the days of the midwinter the Great Wheel turns around; let the blood of the Oak King be spilt on the ground.

Darkest nights gather, yet the Light is reigning once more.

Hail to the Virgin, Mother of the Light!

Hail to the Divine Child, the New Sun!

(Photo taken from http://www-ccs.cs.umass.edu/cris/my-photos/)