Even as we approach our annual celebration of God sending His son to be the light of the world, I also take joy in the promise of the sun returning with its light to our part of the world. I’m a tropical gal and long grey winters of short cold days wear on my soul. That’s why I celebrate Solstice. It’s not religious; it’s astronomical. Christmas, for me as a Christian, does have a very special meaning, which has become eclipsed by trees and feasting and holly and ivy and jingle bells and presents for pretty girls and annual television specials we all know by heart. These are not bad things. In fact, they are quite fun in a dreary time of year. That’s why people took them up so long long ago. But they are not the thing. So, in my own way, I’m trying to separate them as I can. Today, Midwinter, is the shortest, darkest day of the year, so bring in some greenery to remember life, light the log to remember warmth, and gather friends to celebrate this turning point from decreasing to increasing, from darkness toward light, from going into winter to heading into spring.