Yule is the first minor sabbat of the year, celebrated at Winter Solstice (which is on December 22nd in 2015), the longest night of the year. This day marks the return of the sun, as the days will start to get longer again from here on, and the rebirth of the Horned God, as well as the beginning reign of the Oak King, taking the Holly King’s place and bringing the light half of the year.
This is a day for introspection, peace, planning for the future and new beginnings and spending time with your family and friends. Parallels can be seen in Christmas, Hannukah and other festivals around this time of the year, all with the same motifs: light and joy. Giving gifts and decorating a Yule tree (I decorate mine with candied oranges and other handmade decor!) are popular activities, as is creating a Yule log and burning it in honour of the sun returning.
Other activities include caroling, wassailing, kissing under the mistletoe, making wreaths, storytelling, sending greetings, lighting a fire, as well as charity, donating food and clothing, volunteering or putting up bird feeders.
Edit: It’s that time of year again! I’ll be reposting this for the upcoming Sabbat but will probably be updating it as I go along. Not everything at the bottom is a link yet but the ones that are there should work. If you guys find any problems just let me know!
Request -- Sam lifting you upon his shoulders to decorate the Christmas tree.
(I hope that you like it!)
The atmosphere of the bunker’s library was undeniably joyful and full of cheer, thanks to you and Sam. The two of you had finally started to decorate the tree, which was artificial due to Dean complaining about how there would be spruce needles all over the floor, and you had been prepared. Sweet-sounding Christmas music flowed through the room, the record player in the corner playing the old vinyl with holiday classics that you had found in some town on a light case. Candles with winter-y scents of vanilla and spice also filled the air to accompany the melodies, making the place seem more warm and inviting.
You and Sam were putting ornaments on the tree, doing fairly well since you had only broken a couple of them due to your crazy antics. It was all in good fun, and it was the best way to spend time without thinking about hunting and what the new monster would be the next week. Especially since, of course, you were doing it together.
Carefully placing an ornament on one of the mid-level branches of the tree, you held you breath as you let go of it. It was too high up already to risk it falling, and soon, you wouldn’t be able to even reach up any higher. You shrieked when Sam caught you by surprise and pulled you back from the tree by your arms, quickly turning you around so that he could capture your hands in his. He immediately started dancing with you to the music, singing along obnoxiously as your laughter rang through the expanse of the bunker at how he had gold tinsel wrapped around his
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,” He crooned to you, spinning you around before catching you again. “Just like the ones I used to know.”
Grabbing the tinsel that encircled him, you pulled him to you and stole a kiss off of his lips. He still hummed against your mouth, making you giggle as the both of you kept swaying to the music. Once you broke away after lacing your fingers in his hair, you unraveled the tinsel and took it off of him, grinning at his childish pout.
“We have to finish the tree,” you told him, savoring the next gentle kiss he planted on your cheek. “Since we told Dean that it would look amazing tonight, we need to keep our promise!”
“Screw promises,” he told you with a devil-may-care smile while bringing you close to him once more. A defiant look from you made him slump his shoulders, though, and you watched as his hazel eyes scanned the tree that was just about finished. “Alright! We have the top to do, including the star.”
As you observed how high it was off of the ground, Sam chuckled. “Why did we get a tree that is so tall that I can’t reach the top of it?”
He waggled his eyebrows and smirked. “You’re the one who picked it out.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Waving off his true statement, you had a determined look on your face as you weighed your options to get up there.
“I could always decorate it myself,” Sam boomed with laughter at the silent shakes of your head at his teasing suggestion. He knew that you did not want to be left out in any way. “Wait. Get on my shoulders.”
You were taken aback, slightly afraid of the image of you falling that your brain decided to conjure up in that moment. “…What?”
“Come on,” he urged you, crouching down to give you access so that you could climb onto him. Seeing your slight hesitation, his tender eyes grew molten and soft. “You know that I won’t let you fall.”
“I know,” you told him honestly, walking towards him and getting into a position where you could comfortably get on him without causing him any pain. “Now–whoa!”
He suddenly stood up without any warning, barely giving you any time to hold on to him before you crashed to the ground. He just laughed as you caught your breath, smacking his cheek lightly.
“I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes.”
“Well, never mind that,” Sam grinned cheekily, and offered you the first ornament that would adorn the top of the tree. “Shall we start?”
The short while that it took for you to decorate the rest of the tree consisted of Sam being adorably annoying, offering you ornaments and snatching them away before you could reach them and dancing to the Christmas music that was still playing while you held on for dear life and made sure no more decorations shattered on your watch. It was even more fun putting the tinsel around the tree, for Sam had to go in circles around the spruce in order for you to be able to wind the sparkly gold rope around it. Dean walked by the library a couple of times with a huge grin on his face, not wanting to interrupt the loving scene that was playing out in front of him. When he watched you laugh with his younger brother, he knew for sure that it would be a joyful Christmas for all three of you.
“And now, for the finishing touch,” you announced regally, and Sam made stupidly hilarious trumpet noises as he presented the glittering gold star that belonged on the top of the tree to you, and you took it before giving him a light kiss on his temple.
He watched with a crooked smile on his face as you placed it on the pinnacle of the tree’s height, holding your hand out for a couple of moments to make sure that it didn’t fall before putting it back on Sam and allowing him to step back. The two of you admired the tree, the air absent of your voices as a sudden spell fell over the room. For the first time in a long time, it actually felt like Christmas with everything set up perfectly and the happiness that you shared together.
“Wow,” you murmured in his ear, resting your chin on top of his head as you stated at the colorful tree.
“I know,” he whispered in reply.
You sighed in content, making sure you had balance before taking one of his hands in yours. “It’s beautiful.”
“I agree,” When the words escaped his mouth, you realized that he was craning his neck so that he could look at you, gaze affectionate. You laughed softly before you bent your head down so that he could capture your lips in a kiss, the both of you smiling into it before pulling away. “Gorgeous.”