We Interrupt Our Scheduled Humbuggery and Wax Sentimental

When a lot of cultures manage to agree on something, it might be worth mentioning.
What many agree on here is that you should stop in the middle of darkness and acknowledge a light - here, where the seasons turn, it marks the turning away from the dark, and the upward ascent of light, no matter what you believe.

So, Nollaig Shona Daoibh, to those of you who do that, and here's a thought for all of us:

May thy light be fair to me.
May thy course be smooth to me.
If good to me is thy beginning,
Seven times better be thine end,
Thou fair moon of the seasons,
Thou great lamp of grace.
{He} Who created thee
Created me likewise;
{He} Who gave thee weight and light
Gave to me life and death,
And the joy of the seven satisfactions,
Thou great lamp of grace,
Thou fair moon of the seasons.

Be as light to one another, and take joy in the light you share.

And "Go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís, " as my gran said, "Because that's the most you can ask for." The dear old bird was a bit of a cynic, too.

Thanks for being here.