Feels like years since it's been here
I feel like the period from Thanksgiving to Christmas is just a long hard slog toward the solstice. Every day it's a little darker when I wake up, every day it's a little darker when I leave work, until I'm trying to do both in the pitch dark. My animal nature says that if I had a lick of sense, I'd hibernate. With trying to get through the end of the semester, and all the card sending and gift choosing and decorating and cleaning, I usually get to a point when I'm ready to chuck it all and check out the southern hemisphere.
In a particularly Scroogelike mood, I might argue that we should move the big secular shebang to a nicer time: Easter or Columbus Day or the Fourth of July. Sometime when I don't have to slip on the snow or juggle packages in heavy gloves. Sometime when the cold isn't sneaking in the corners to bite at my joints.
But at the Solstice, I know that the worst is over. That's as dark as it gets. The days get a little longer, and getting everybody together starts to sound more appealing. Set something on fire, whether it's a literal Yule log or the lights on trees and windows, and as Lou Reed put it, set the twilight reeling.
Happy holidays and the blessings of the season to you and yours.