We celebrated this year’s Yule in a time-honored fashion: we ate, drank, and were merry. There’s a slowly-solidifying group of pagans-and-heathens (in the inspecific sense of the word) that’s beginning to make a habit of celebrating together – one of the things that came out of this Yule was an invitation to share practice, experience and workings with another solitary. This time we were seven: four pagans, two atheists, and a Jewish friend. We met in a candle-filled house for a potluck, games, and enthusiastic but somewhat dismal renditions of paganized Christmas carols (This Solstice Night, Silent Night, Solstice Night, Have Yourself A Pagan Sort of Christmas). Our resident bard brought her guitar (as usual) and sang us through some divination. While I prefer slightly more structured ritual celebration, it was a good change to have a more organic experience led by the group.