Today is the shortest, darkest day of the year, and so our house has been full of heat and light.

We’ve cooked, eaten, played games, made masks, lit candles all over the place and watched DVDs. We’ve also taken turns to go outside and thaw out the kitchen drain pipe so that we could keep running the dishwasher!
We went for a walk in the -8°c field, and found the snow had made kind of frond shapes on its surface due to the extreme cold:

(You might be able to see them if you enlarge the picture there.) No doubt there’s some science to explain it, but if so then I don’t know what it is, yet.
I don’t think I’ve ever known it to be so consistently cold in this part of the world before.
As for Christmas, December 25th is still a special day for us. Santa will hopefully make his way down our chimney to sample our mince pies in the night, and there will still (hopefully) be gleeful little faces and mounds of wrapping paper in the morning, followed by turkey/ nut roast and the trimmings (unless they all decide again that they’d rather have pizza!)
But the solstice is the day that makes the most sense to me, it being the day it was originally all about. (The birth of a new sun?
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But I’m willing to extend my celebrations to Saturday and beyond, for the full twelve days at least. And then I think I might have another look at Epiphany.
For now, it’s enough to know that the days are getting longer.