In winter’s darkness we are tired as we rush and rest,
Struggling with shopping and watching robins red breast.
We connect with the ancients who have gone before.
We remember family and friends whose cards come through the door.
In the stillness and the darkness the bulbs grow,
Deep within the cold, frosty earth below,
At the winter solstice we celebrate – we join together –
In this ancient custom that has lived forever.
And so the wheel turns and we look to lighter days,
Toward the light of spring and summer’s balmy haze.
Enjoy yourself and be of good cheer
For we are now entering the waxing year!