One of the worst parts of being Godwhacker is never knowing which dimension I'm in. Maleficent deities will hide in the strangest of places. For example I woke up this morning in some strange parallel world where gay marriage was legal in Utah. Utah? Talk about your glass onions.
But this my holiday! I love the solstice because it is science based. It's not dependent on the repentance of the newborn, virgin candles, lasting 18 days because "shopping." This is the actual day when our days begin getting longer and the cycle of our year begins again. It is the obvious backbone of what all the other winter holidays are built around. This is the perfect time to reflect on where you are, how you got here, and where you'd like to go. You know, hippie stuff.
Peace out, y'all.