Ursa Minor
“Winter Solstice is only a heartbeat away. Then the days get longer. And things might become sane again.” This has been my mantra for the last ten days. Did the Druids dance naked around trees during Solstice? Is that where the phrase “blue balls” originated? Is it the reason blue ornaments look unnatural on a green tree, or is that just a trick of the spectrum? Is the ultimate act of holiday compromise dancing naked to African drums around a Christmas tree decorated in tiny Menorahs?
Someone needs a long winter’s nap.
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