I have, in the last five or six years, been big on celebrating the winter solstice. I am not a neo-pagan: the winter solstice is the shortest day of the year. Afterwards, to quote the Beatles, "Here comes the sun."
It's not that I worry that the sun won't come back. But it's always nice to know that I'm on the other side of Seasonal Affective Disorder, of whatever screwy biochemical thing short circuits my personality on the dark side of the year. Excercise and vitamins help also.
In other news, I have changed my email address. If you did not get an email to this affect, and you wish to keep in touch, do please send a email to one of my old accounts. I will be monitering them off and on for a month or so.