
The winter solstice has a sharp cold,
And a dull light
The winter solstice, where not even the stars
shine bright
The longest darkness
The shortest day
The start of the winter
The warm months away
It’s on this night
We light the last flame of the year
To celebrate our present, our future,
And the past we hold dear
We gather together
To make our own light
To bring warmth to the darkness
Of the longest winter night
We huddle close
warm our hearts, souls, and minds
As own light grows
no one is left behind
With each flame we light
For brightness, a wish, a memory
For the year to come
And who we will grow to be




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