I am a very relaxed person to the point of being lazy. Being a pagan is perfect for me. The seasons change and I dust and put out decorations to honor the time of year.
I try to change things up every month but there's something about winter that makes me want to hold on to all the beauty, glitter, greenery, and lights. I don't know, is it that primal fear that the sun won't come back that makes me want to hang stars and lights around my home from the first of November until the forsythia blooms in February?
Or maybe it is my inner child that just can't get enough of the anticipation of 'the perfect gift' that makes me leave my trees up way into January?
I love the music, foods (especially the sweets), warm drinks, and the laughter of family and friends that make this season special. And it makes me smile to think that everyone, whether they admit it or not, is following a pagan calendar whose origin goes back so far that the human heart just accepts that this is right.