Twelfth night of Yule

It was raining steadily and the light was fading when I squelched across the grass, managed to light a match, and blóted Loki, Sigyn, Hel, Narfi, Nari/Vali Lokasónr, Hǫðr, and the forgotten gods and goddesses with a new bottle of Pinot gris (also fairly good: Hahn, 2024). Then I wassailed the trees with mixed wine and rainwater.