✨ Christmas Through the Eyes of a Modern Witch ✨

By Mainely Mystics

There’s something tender about waking up on Christmas Eve and feeling that familiar pull in my heart — the soft glow of childhood memories, the scent of pine, the quiet sense of holiness that settles over the world whether anyone names it or not.

And every year, I find myself in the same place:

A witch… who loves Jesus.

A spiritual woman walking her own path, yet holding deep reverence for the Ascended Master who has walked beside me since before I had words for it.

I’ve always celebrated Christmas.

I always will.

Not because of dogma. Not because a church told me to.

But because, like the good Irish-American lass I am, this day is braided into my bones.

Christmas, for me, is not about religious rules or fear-based teachings.

It’s about the love underneath the story.

It’s about the light that arrives in the darkest time of the year — a theme that both witches and Christians understand intimately. The Winter Solstice gives us the rebirth of the sun; Christmas gives us the birth of the Son. Different symbols, same cosmic heartbeat.

As a witch, I honor the cycles of nature.

As a mystic, I honor the teachers who came to guide us.

As a human, I honor love wherever it shows its face.

Jesus is one of those lights for me.

Not the version twisted for control or guilt…

but the real, living presence.

The healer.

The teacher.

The rebel.

The one who walked with the outcasts, defended women, loved the poor, and challenged systems built on fear.

The one whose message was never about shame, but about awakening.

So yes — I can cast circles, speak with guides, work with herbs and energy…

and still whisper thank you to Jesus on Christmas Eve.

There’s no contradiction in it.

There’s only expansion.

This holiday, I honor the child in me who used to stare at the Christmas lights and feel magic in my chest.

I honor the woman I am now, who has walked through fire and come out more aligned with her own soul than ever before.

I honor my ancestors — Irish, mystical, tough as nails — who celebrated both the old ways and the new.

And I honor the Light in all its forms, whether it’s burning on an altar, flickering in a candle, or shining through a snow-covered morning.

Christmas, to me, is about love made visible.

And love fits everywhere.

It belongs to everyone.

It cannot be claimed, weaponized, or owned by any single belief system.

So from my witchy heart to yours…

Merry Christmas.

May the light return in every way you need it to.

May you feel held, guided, and protected.

And may this season remind you that your spiritual path is big enough — and sacred enough — to hold every part of you.