Hello my dear friends, this poem I wrote myself is meant to lead you into the magic of the Rauhnights (the Twelve Sacred Nights), the mystical time between the years, when the veil between worlds grows thin. I hope you enjoy it!

The magic of the Rauhnights lies between the years, though life may sometimes seem to stand completely still. Yet these twelve enchanted nights are filled with pure magic; once you've known their wondrous spell, it stays within your heart.

The old has passed, the new awaits; these nights between the years are truly rare. For every month that lies ahead, one special night is set aside, as though Creation lovingly designed each one with care.

On Christmas Eve the magic wakes in quiet, gentle wonder; whoever dreams upon this night shall see those dreams take flight. The veil grows thin between reality and fantasy, and once you've known the Rauhnights' spell, you'll carry it for life.

The old year served with faithful heart and now may rest in peace. With gratitude and love we learn the lessons of the past. Let go of all that came before; the days were fair—or if they were not, still walk ahead with thankful hearts.

For everything has its season as past and future softly intertwine. Keep every precious memory safely sheltered in your heart, and let the Rauhnight mist carry away your worries and your pain.

Let the sparkling midnight sky bear witness from above. During these wondrous nights your hearts are washed clean once again. The Wild Hunt rides majestically across the heavens as the boundaries between worlds grow thin and stars awaken in their timeless glow.

Yet we are safely guarded by the powers of the heavens. However fiercely the Wild Hunt may ride, no harm shall come to us. So let us stand in quiet trust and lift our eyes in reverence to the countless stars above.

For every shining star is born deep from the human heart, and so we gently leave behind the sorrows of the fading year. Twelve unwritten months now lie before us; let us celebrate this precious new beginning with gingerbread and warm punch. Let joyful expectation fill our hearts, for light has always conquered darkness through the years.

We place our trust in the endless universe; we need only look between the years. The magic of the Rauhnights gently stirs our waiting hearts as we stoke the fire within the hearth in joyful expectation.

Twelve eventful months—how swiftly every year takes flight. If we truly open up our hearts, our dreams will yet come true. Each of us holds the future in our own hands, so may not the Wild Hunt prevail, but heart and wisdom guide our way.

My warmest wishes for the coming New Year I gladly send. Believe with all your heart—and all your dreams will yet come true!