The Winter Solstice is here again. Oh, I hear something…
Winter Solstice: It’s time for the sun to return!
Summer Solstice: Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Winter Solstice: Hey, what are you doing here?
Summer Solstice: I’m on the other side of the world. We occur at the same time, you know.
Winter Solstice: I know that. Anyway, why aren’t you celebrating? You have lots of sun.
Summer Solstice: And I have to see it go away. For that, nobody gives a damn. With you, they celebrate the sun returning, but by the time I come around, their brightest day of the year, no one cares. No summer Christmas for me.
Christmas: Did someone say my name?
Winter Solstice: Summer Solstice is feeling glum and without a holiday.
Christmas: What! Nonsense. You’ve got me. You’re today in the southern hemisphere, are you not?
Summer Solstice: Yeah. But having you is just sort of a happy accident.
Christmas: And the key word there is “happy”. So don’t be sad.
Winter Solstice: Now just a minute, Christmas. You’re specifically for me. Everything you’re made of comes out of Winter Solstice celebrations.
Christmas: And I think I’m fine with the southern hemisphere calling me a summer holiday just as they call me a winter one for you. Got a problem with that?
Winter Solstice: Yes! Because you’re specifically a winter holiday.
Christmas: I’m a lot of things. If I want to call myself also a celebration of the days being their longest and brightest, I’ll do that.
Winter Solstice: But it doesn’t make sense.
Christmas: Hey, does applying importance to axial tilt as if it means anything beyond that make any sense? Don’t pull at that thread.
Summer Solstice: Axial tilt? Yeah, that’s ours. But, Christmas, I thought Jesus was the reason for your season. 😉
Christmas: That, too.
Summer Solstice: So you already go beyond us solstices. What’s the matter here?
Christmas: I don’t know. I thought you were the one unhappy.
Summer Solstice: Winter gets all the celebration for the return of the sun, but I have the sun as returned and full as it’s going to get. And I get little celebration. I don’t get it.
Christmas: That doesn’t reflect upon you. Hey, how do you think I’d feel if I worried too much about what my celebrators do supposedly for me? Especially that mind-numbing “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” war. These people simply don’t make sense.
Summer Solstice: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Christmas: Maybe? Or, perhaps, people are too busy lounging around in the bright sunny long days they don’t need to put on a special celebration? Perhaps a more subtle, more muted appreciated.
Summer Solstice: Hmmm. Could be.
Christmas: There you go! You don’t need to be the cheap crap that Winter Solstice and I are.
Winter Solstice: Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?
Summer Solstice: It means enjoy your hypothermia, losers!
Winter Solstice: Oy.
