Winter starts slowly—
Threatening clouds, shrinking days—
Then quickly gets worse.

Another seasonal haiku—they do have to be about weather, don’t they? This one is about a multi-year Winter where Spring is not a given.

Anyway, “Happy ______ season to you!” Please fill in whatever you call the Romanized then Christianized, off and on banned, then secularized and monetized, but still Pagan at its heart solstice festival.

I hope most of you—terrorists, predators of any kind and authoritarians excepted—are with people and in situations that you are thankful for. And if not, the new year will see you closer to achieving all that, or at least none of it will be taken from you.

“We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.”
― George Orwell, 1984