Ever since I became aware of the idea of other religions with other holidays, there has been part of me that just loves when those holidays coincide or overlap in some way. This is especially true of the winter holidays. I respect that they are all celebrations of different specifics — but there is part of me that also loves the idea of so many people celebrating, all at the same time. To me, that really speaks to what the season means: Being with family and friends. Renewal. Continuance. Candlelight in the darkness. Greenery that survives, or even thrives, when all else is brown and grey and black.
Last night, I spent over an hour in front of the stove, presiding over a pan of peanut oil (as suggested by the SimGod’s cousin’s wife, instead of vegetable oil). I will be keeping an eye on the skyline over the next few weeks, watching for signs to confirm what the calendar says about sunrise and sunset times. I will be spending my first Christmas at home with the SimGod, missing the rest of my family but celebrating nonetheless with a tree and stockings and gifts.
Happy Hanukkah, Blessed Solstice, Merry Christmas, and a lovely new year to you all.
