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.
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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.