A child is born: we've attached the solstice day's symbolism to a day not the solstice. (Sometimes, we believe too much in the things we create. What is "December 25th," really, but a name?) I've already celebrated, in my own way, the day of (re)birth. But I'll play along today. Strip away the ugly consumerism we've attached to this day, and what do you have? Reflection on a silent night. Celebration of a birth of things. Quiet and joy: a worthy ritual. Yes, I'll play along.
Merry Christmas.