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, reveling.
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, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!!

~The Shortest Day’ by Susan Cooper.

Illustration: Luna Moon Hare has traveled above, below and beyond and arrived at Winter Solstice ~ artist Wendy Andre

godsamme, wat ben ik blij dat deze kortste dag erop zit, vanaf nu vooruit!

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