Hallo meine Lieben, dieses selbstverfasste Gedicht soll Euch in die Magie der Raunächte eintauchen lassen, in einer Zeit zwischen den Jahren, in der alles möglich ist, wenn man nur fest daran glaubt.

The magic of the Rauhnights lives between the years, even when we believe our lives have come to a standstill. Yet these twelve sacred nights are filled with pure enchantment, and once you have experienced their wonder, you will never forget it.

The old year has passed, the new one stands ready. The nights between the years are a truly special time. For each month yet to come, there is one dedicated night, as though Creation itself had woven a deeper meaning into every moment.

On Christmas Eve, the journey begins in the most magical of ways. Those who dream beautifully on this night may see their dreams grow and flourish. The unseen boundaries between reality and imagination begin to fade, and once you have felt this mystery for yourself, you will never forget the enchantment of the Rauhnights.

The old year has served faithfully and may now depart in peace. With gratitude and love, we learn to understand the messages carried by the past. Let go of what has been. The time was beautiful, and even when it was not, we can still move forward with thankfulness in our hearts.

Everything in life has its season, as past and future gently intertwine. Keep the beautiful memories within your heart, and let your worries and sorrows drift away with the mist of the Rauhnights.

Let the sparkling night sky bear witness for us all when, during these sacred nights, our hearts are cleansed anew. The Wild Hunt may ride majestically across the heavens, while the boundaries between worlds grow thin and the stars glow with ancient magic.

Yet we are well protected by the powers above. No matter how fiercely the Wild Hunt may thunder through the skies, its cries cannot harm us. And so we remain steadfast in our faith as we gaze with reverence upon the star-filled heavens.

For every single star is born from the depths of our hearts. In their light, we may leave behind the worries and sorrows of the old year. Twelve unwritten months lie before us—let us celebrate this new beginning with gingerbread and warm punch. Let us welcome it with joyful anticipation, trusting that beautiful things await us, for light has always triumphed over darkness.

For we may always place our trust in the infinite universe; we need only look between the years to see it. The magic of the Rauhnights touches our hearts most deeply when we stoke the fire and wait with joyful expectation for what is yet to come.

Twelve eventful months—how quickly a year passes. Yet when we truly allow ourselves to believe, our wishes may come true. For each of us holds our own future in our hands, and in the end, it is not the Wild Hunt that prevails, but our hearts and our wisdom.

My very best wishes to you for the coming New Year. Believe with all your heart, and your dreams may become reality.