In the depths of a hidden forest, there lived a sleeping witch. She had been slumbering for centuries, undisturbed by the passing of time. Legends told of her immense power, but she was also known for her eternal slumber. The tale of the sleeping witch had been passed down through generations, from parents to children. It was said that if someone were to wake her, they would be granted a single wish. Many had ventured into the forest in search of the sleeping witch, hoping to claim their desire.

Pagan Holidays for December 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 2009

I am going offline (by the time this posts I will be lol) so sorry for posting so many at once. These are the Pagan Holidays for the following days. I did not include the day’s information—just the holidays for that day. if you need information concerning what Tuesday, Wednesday and so forth means, then please check past Holiday posts. Thank you.

Wishing everyone a Happy Winter Solstice, Yule, & Christmas! See you when I get back on the 27th!

Many had ventured into the forest in search of the sleeping witch, hoping to claim their desire. But the forest was no ordinary place. It was shrouded in mystery and danger.

Tuesday, December 22

• 6th day of Rome’s Saturnalia
• Welsh—Today is Pryderi’s Birthday (Rhiannon’s son)
• Celtic Tree Month of Ruis Ends

Thick fog clung to the air, making it impossible to see beyond a few steps. Ancient trees with gnarled branches reached out like skeletal hands, creating an eerie atmosphere. Brave souls who dared venture into the forest had to navigate through treacherous paths and overcome various obstacles. Only those with pure intentions and unwavering determination could hope to find the sleeping witch. Legend had it that the sleeping witch could be awakened by the kiss of true love. Countless adventurers tried to awaken her with a kiss, believing that true love's power would transcend time and awaken her from her slumber. But none succeeded, and the witch remained dormant. As the years passed, fewer and fewer people sought the sleeping witch. Many believed her existence to be nothing more than a fable. But there were still those who clung to the hope of fulfilling their deepest desires. One day, a young girl named Lily embarked on a journey to find the sleeping witch. Her grandmother had told her the tales of the witch and instilled in her a belief in the power of dreams and wishes. Day after day, Lily pressed forward through the thickets and overgrown bushes, her determination guiding her steps. She faced darkness and uncertainty, but she did not waver. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stumbled upon a small clearing. In the center stood an aging stone monument, covered in vines and moss. And there, nestled among the roots of a colossal tree, lay the sleeping witch. Her face was serene, and her chest rose and fell ever so slightly. Lily approached the witch cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. She leaned in, hesitating for a moment, before softly placing a kiss upon the witch's forehead. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, and the air seemed to hold its breath. Suddenly, the witch's eyes fluttered open, revealing their deep green hue. She fixed her gaze upon Lily with a mixture of wisdom and confusion. "You have awakened me," the witch whispered, her voice a gentle melody. "Tell me, child, what is your greatest wish?" Lily's eyes filled with determination as she spoke. "I wish for the world to be filled with love and understanding. I wish for everyone to find happiness and peace." A smile played upon the witch's lips as she nodded. "Your wish shall be granted, dear child. But remember, true magic lies within each and every one of us. It is up to you to spread love and kindness in the world." With those words, the witch closed her eyes once more, falling back into her eternal slumber. Lily left the forest with a renewed sense of purpose, ready to make a difference in the world. And so, the tale of the sleeping witch lived on, reminding people of the power of dreams and the importance of spreading love. Perhaps one day, another courageous soul would venture into the forest, in search of their own wish. But for now, the sleeping witch remained undisturbed, nestled among the roots of the colossal tree..

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