As Christmas approaches, the house seems to come alive on its own. That so-called Christmas Magic, you know? Every night, something new and unexpected happens: a pile of cookies vanishes, the ornaments on the tree shift places, and a sweet, mysterious aroma fills the air. They say it’s the work of the mischievous elf, but I can’t help feeling there’s something older and far more magical behind it.

As a pagan, I recognize the playful energy of Yule nights, when the veils between worlds are at their thinnest, and mischievous spirits come to remind us to celebrate life with lightness and joy.

Could they be sending a message? Maybe they’re calling us to honor ancient traditions—when we gathered around the fire, shared stories, and left offerings of treats for the spirits of nature. Or perhaps they’re simply celebrating the magic of winter nights, where darkness envelops but also transforms.

I don’t have all the answers—oh, how I wish I did—but I embrace the challenge of uncovering these mysteries. Each morning, I look around with keen eyes and an open heart, eagerly awaiting the elf’s next surprise... or perhaps it’s the spirit of Yule? Whatever it may be, their mischief brings a unique light to these long, frosty nights, reminding me that winter is also a time for laughter and renewal. The true spirit of Christmas!