Yesterday, December 21st, was the winter solstice here in the northern hemisphere, meaning the shortest day of the year is finally over with and I say good riddance.
Despite my love of the “dark,” I prefer it to be used as a descriptor (arts, humor, comedy, etc.) rather than a proper noun. A mere nine hours of daylight is barely worth getting out of bed for, much less “dashing through the snow,” or god help us, “making merry bright.”
Oh, and shut-up Stockholm* – no one wants to hear about how you have it so much worse with only five hours of daylight, when you’ve got toothpaste food, Ace of Base, and Våffeldagen (Waffle Day) to keep your mind off the darkness.
As for the rest of us non-socialist libertarian red neck westerners, we will simply have to make do with some cheap liquor, a bucket of coal, and this here winter time playlist: