“How do you say “Fuck You!” in this white bread town at this time of year?”
“I don’t know,” said my sister.
The solstice is the reason for the season. We may have different beliefs that help us get through the darkness, waiting for the rebirth of the sun, from light that persists to a series of values, but we all experience the cold and dark.
Turning these traditions into a war because others don’t venerate what you do is not, at least to me, respectful or gracious.
May you find warmth, nourishment and connection in this season, whatever your beliefs.