Since we get Gavin for the first half of break this year, we celebrated on Solstice. It feels marvelously subversive to celebrate ahead of time. A couple of weeks ago at school, the children were all writing essays on Christmas and one of the kids said that his favorite thing about Christmas was that you get to be kind to everybody.
His teacher reminded him that kindness is something we should strive for every day. That you don’t need a holiday to be kind.
We don’t need holidays to give one another gifts or recognize our relationships either, but let’s be honest, presents are fucking awesome. And I’m grateful to sit with my family while they tear off the wrapping and hop excitedly. I’m grateful to share joy with them.
I will never neglect the opportunity to celebrate. Last night the dark went on and on, bringing winter. Inside, I got socks, sleds, art, and sunglasses. We read Axe Cop and Stuff of Legend. We read Son of Neptune. We thought of you, friends. We ate risotto. This is our finest pagan legacy: to laugh together in a bright place as winter falls.