Personally, there are many accessible memories and impressions that make this season such an anticipated one each and every time another year is added to my experience.

Historically, people have celebrated this time for millennia for any number of reasons. The Winter Solstice is a heavy time, weighted down with much significance. I don’t know if its origin of meaning can be traced back to viking-like peoples lighting pyres on the shortest day of the year and worshiping evergreen trees for their power to live as heartily as people learned to do. I don’t know if the Christian origin explains everything just perfectly either. I know that the latter is important to me beyond the limitations of my belief. I know that the latter intrigues me very much. Their intertwinings are what I know to be Christmas in modern times, some of the meaning and essence displaced by rituals and facilities of modernity.

A comment is all I have for now. Hopefully, I’ll have more time to reflect upon this subject later.