Below is the challenge results for [date]. Challenge: [Write a poem or short story answering the question.. What do the Holidays mean to you (Thanks Litha).] Holidays to me, may not be the same as you. Holidays to me, involve magic and dancing, festivals and rituals. Hand in hand from woman to man. From beginning to end, I’ll share them, as I can. Samhain is our new years, the most magical, the veil is thin. This we celebrate gladly, drinking and making merriment. To you this day is Halloween, a time for mischief and children’s glee. To us its more serious, we take this in stride, after the ritual, candy we provide. Yule is the next one, a time for burning the log. This is our Christmas a time to rejoice and give to one another. It is a time to look on the past year's achievements and to celebrate with family and friends. Imbolc follows Yule, this is the time of newness, when things begin again with the birth of spring and animals bear their young. This comes in February, which is the purification month. You call this time Candlemas. Ostara comes in March a time of fertility and growth. A time of renewal as we celebrate the renewal of the world. This is your time for Easter, and as you do, we too dye eggs and enjoy Easter baskets with bunnies inside. Beltane comes in May, the May Day you know. A time for dancing and celebrating. A time of fire and fun. We gather together and celebrate. Beltane brings hopes of love, prosperity, friendship and peace. As we dance amongst the flowers around the Maypole our thoughts wander through our lives and loves. Litha comes in June. Tis midsummer to us, belfries blazing. Dancing and games, the longest day of the year magick around. Fruits and picnicking a time of joy, taking out the family for walks in the park, summers peak, the time to reap. Lammas is august first, the start of the harvest. A time for thanksgiving, and preparing for the winter months to come. Gathering of fruits and gardens, sharing of memories of loving tides. Mabon within September, the last of the year’s plight. Together we gather to enjoy, the final harvest night. Dusk and dawn now equal. The world prepares for the winter, a time for dying off. The end of the cycle upon us. Now this is my holidays, as I see them to be. Celebrating each in all its majesty. All holding powerful and as important as the one before. I hope you understand them, as comparisons I have made, no better or worst than any others, the meanings in the end the same. Lupa Dedanna Holidays by Tita Scorpio H olly wreaths that cheer the air, O rnaments hung with reverent care, L ights twinkling with a magic glow - I cicle tinsel draped in a row. D ays filled with laughter, happiness and friends. A nd kinfolk gathered, making amends. Y uletide is the most magical time of the year, S anta Claus, Jesus Christ -Love that endears Return to the Writing Challenges Main Page The entire contents of this site is copyrighted. Please do not use it without prior permission from the owner or author.