When the current shitshorm passes, people will do even more feasting and orgying to mark the occasion of the solstice. So at least we’ve got that to look forward to.
This is a completely non-denominational and apolitical Yuletide fireplace. Fire is one of the things that made human civilization possible, and despite all its flaws and shortcomings, methinks civilization soundly beats the hell out of living in trees and throwing our own shit at each other.
I was born on a Thursday. A day of the week that in classical astrology was traditionally associated with the king of the planets. Hence the name. This Yule, for the first time in eight hundred years, we’ll see a rare conjunction between my namesake and the planet Saturn. Which incidentally is where the word “Saturday” comes from. Tuesday would presumably be a better day for fighting, because it’s associated with Mars.