We decorated the house.
When I was a kid my grandma had this little village she’d set up every year and I ADORED it. When she died, someone offered it to me, but I couldn’t take it. Because, as an adult, I now realize it was ugly as sin. Inadvertently, I’ve spent the last years collecting various little houses and trees during Christmas clearances, and I realize now that these are becoming my village.
We rolled candles out of beeswax to light on Yule. I set up the chimes on the altar.
We drove to look at holiday lights.
And then my kids woke up at 4:30am. Which was not cool at all. But, almost two and a half hours later, we saw the sunrise.
And the world did not end. Which was good, because I’d bought a ham for dinner.
And Yule is the one day of the year that I actually find a mess joyful.