As a troglodyte, I don't celebrate the Solstice myself, but I certainly wish all of you wonderful folks the best in the return of light. In honor of your celebrations, here is a poem I wrote.
Fire, fire, burning bright,
Pet your kitties in the night.
With immoral hand and bod,
Solstice cuddles are the job.
I thank Deb Counts-Tabor for inspiring me to write this.