I'm not pagan nor xian nor any other "ism" but I do identify most closely with the idea of the Wheel of the Year, and I make up my own little observances. I am very keenly aware of the passage of the seasons, of the solstices and equinoxes and full and new moons- and I love the songs and tunes that folks have come up with to express their joy and awe and awareness of the seasons and changes.
Right now in this hemisphere I am ripe with the resplendence of high summer, of the verdant glory of July just before things start to turn brown. I feel a bit like John Barleycorn or Jack in the Green at the height of his strength- I always feel healthiest in June and July. The full heat of summer hasn't yet pushed itself to the limit, and the daylight still lingers into the evening. But soon the berries will fall off the bushes and the grasses will be more brown than green. I'll love that too, but with a bittersweet love.
So that might make me a pagan, but I don't call myself that.