Christmas, to me and to so many others, has become overblown and over-commercialized, at least in North America these days. I do enjoy seeing my family, giving gifts, and taking part in all the traditional celebrating -- but the holiday can often be, to paraphrase Charles Dickens, "the best of times, the worst of times."
The day that means more to me, because I can share it with every member of my human family (well, at least those in the northern climes), is the winter solstice. I love to think of the deep silence and darkness of the longest night of the year. There is something holy and sustaining in that ending and beginning.
So here is my Solstice Scarf, in the colors of the midnight sky in late December. A beautiful night sky, from me to you, at this special time of the year.