Feast of the Sun's Return

It is gray and unpromising outside, although the rain has stopped. The various young are in their rooms doing Stuff. The tree is winkling in the living room (and the Spouse is tapping away on his computer right next to it--an interesting melding of the pagan and the technological). It always seems to me that the shortest day of the year should have some sort of glitter to it, whether of sunlight on snow, star light, or a touch of gold leaf somewhere about. Nature does not seem inclined to provide glitter today in San Francisco; we'll have to come up with our own.

Good solstice, y'all...