YULE REMINDER: We feast on February 1st this year.

RECLAIMING THE TRUE YULE TIDE - February 1: Snow Moon.

It’s time to stop letting commercial interests control our sacred calendar. For too long, people have viewed Yule as a "Pagan Christmas" on December 21st, but history tells a different story.

1. Yule is a Lunar Festival. Historically, Yule (Jól) followed the moon. It was celebrated on the full moon after the first new moon after the solstice cycle. This year, that alignment falls on February 1st: The Snow Moon.
2. Reclaiming Midwinter. December 21st marks the start of winter. Celebrating the "Return of the Light" while the coldest months of January and February are still ahead of us? That's a modern idea. We celebrate Yule when winter is at its peak, honoring the endurance of life in the deep frost. We follow the Old Ways.
3. Undoing the Merge. King Haakon "the Good" shifted Yule to December 25th in the 10th century to erase our traditions. By celebrating on

February 1st this year, we are actively returning to our true practices, and reconnecting with the rhythm of the land and the sky. Join us February 1st - 3rd, 2026, based on the first full moon after the new moon following the Winter Solstice, for True Yule. Let December belong to the shoppers; let February belong to the Folk.

A poem to reclaim the Lunar Festival and honor the Forgotten God:

Still He Rises: An Invocation to Ullr

You wrote me out of history

With politics and pen,

You moved my moon-tide festival,

But I will rise again.

Does my lunar count offend you?

Why'd you drag it to your date?

Haakon signed away my season,

Sold my people to another faith.

Like frost that forms in silence,

With the patience of the yew,

Like arrows loosed at midnight,

Still I'm aiming true.

You may shift the feast to solstice,

Pin it down to serve your creed,

But the moon still marks my coming,

I don't bow to Roman need.

Does my full moon make you nervous?

That it falls when I decide?

Not December's borrowed darkness,

This year it's February's tide.

You rewrote the Yule-tide's timing,

Made it fit your merchant's shelf,

But the first full moon still knows me,

When she shows her silver self.

Did you think a king's decree,

Could erase a thousand years?

I'm the oath-ring on the finger,

I'm the hunter's patient ears.

From the new moon past the solstice

To the full moon's ancient call,

That's my season. That's my festival.

I remember it all.

I am Ullr, son of Sif,

Bow-god, ski-lord, keeper of vows,

I am every oath still honored,

I am winter's sacred house.

You may sell my name for profit,

Wrap my feast in plastic light,

But I'm woven in the moon's path,

I return, so does my rite.

Bringing back the lunar reckoning,

Bringing back the old way's call,

Bringing back the true Yule season,

I am rising through it all.

So count the moons, not merchants' calendars,

Watch the sky, not shopping days.

Speak my name beneath the full moon:

Ullr rises. Ullr stays.

~Ash

"The Solstice is a great day for your 'Sun Return' ritual, but don't call it Yule. Yule is a Tide, not a day."