Shivering through December, with its Full Cold moon, we pass the longest, blackest night of the year,
A night when heavy hearts, hankering to return to strong sunshine, gladly gather to pass the loving cup
O’ cider, and tie our hearts to the unconquerable light of the Strawberry sun. Freely kindling candles
In Winter’s dry bed, that it may spark, From the best of days, the best of years.