The Winter Solstice is days away. The old seasonal tradition of honoring the sun and its light is upon us. Our past as humans is full of rituals, stories, and traditions of welcoming the sun back as it begins to show itself more. There are many ways that we celebrate this observable event. Below is a fantastic poem by Susan Cooper that could be introduced into any tradition or celebration.
The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper
And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us – listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.