I love this poem by Susan Cooper:
The Shortest Day
And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down
the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing,
dancing,
To drive the dark
away.
They lighted candles
in the winter trees;
They hung their homes
with evergreen;
They burned
beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year
alive.
And when the new
year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted,
reveling.
Through all the
frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us –
listen!
All the long echoes,
sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in
the sleeping land:
They carol, feast,
give thanks,
And dearly love their
friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we,
here, now,
This year and every
year.
Welcome Yule!
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