Twelfth night/day of Yule
I went out into the frosty sunshine of the backyard with the new drinking horn that my brother and his family sent me, and blóted Loki, Sigyn, Hel, Narfi, Nari/Vali Lokasónr, Hǫðr, and the forgotten gods and goddesses with the last of the red wine. Then I looked to my left and there was the little Himalayan, Yoda, watching me from the roof of the neighbors' extension.