My parents and my sister's family all celebrate the birth of Christ.
Even being an atheist I'm not immune to the stirring power of carols - We Three Kings moves me still, and some of the descants (Adeste Fideles and Hark the Herald for example) raise goosebumps.
So we're a mixed bunch.
Christmas to me in my glory years was a real solstice celebration in that it meant snapping cold and clear dark skies, frost and isolation outside, everyone together and light and life and celebration and real fires inside. These days my light and company come via the computer screen. I still feel the pull of the seasons though. And especially being around the children this year - I almost wished we could be snowed in for a while so I could enjoy it for longer. In a non-creepy way of course.
Climbing back up towards summer again now. Boooo!
I'll relish the weather while I can.
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