Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where we light candles and curse the darkness.
It's 5:15 p.m. It's pitch dark. The nearly full moon shining in the window offers little encouragement.
I hate this time of year. Pardon my use of an expletive, but it sucks.
Call this holiday whatever you want. Christmas, fine. Yule, great. Kwanzaa, you go. Hanukkah, super duper. Solstice, rock on. JUST GET THE DAMNED THING DONE SO THE SUN COMES BACK!
THE MERLIN OF BERKELY SPRINGS