Here Comes The Sun: The Hardest Part of Winter’s Over

I’ve complained before that I have problems with Christmas. In fact, I get downright grumpy about the people who advertise in October and decorate in November for a holiday at the end of December. It’s easy to blame the commercialism that abounds or the fact that I don’t have any kids to help me celebrate this particular holiday. But I’ve finally figured out what is really underneath all my grumpiness: the creeping darkness.

My favorite holiday decorations have always been the lights: colored lights on the Christmas tree, lit candles on the table, neighborhoods that glow at night with the strings of lights that drip from the houses. Even an early Christmas gift, sent by an understanding friend who is trying to help me get excited about the holiday, is about making some light.

The anglaspel lighting my way...
The gift of light.

This year, we’ve had more gray days than usual here in Colorado and I’m noticing just how badly I’m affected by the lack of sun. On sunny days, I have energy and feel relatively normal. Cloudy days leave me exhausted and cranky and it’s hard to tie my own shoes let alone tackle my usual chores. I have friends who suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), so I am talking to them to find out how they get through this dark time of year without hibernating.

The good news is that the winter solstice is here. This weekend, we switch from days getting shorter to nights getting shorter. The sun begins her slow return. It will be a while before things warm up, but the sunset will get a little later every day, and I for one will be glad for the change.

In honor of the winter solstice and of Friday, here are the Beatles celebrating sunshine with Here Comes The Sun:

Do you have problems with Christmas or winter? Is darkness a problem for you? Tell me all about it!


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Kit Dunsmore

Kit Dunsmore has believed in the magic underlying the muggle world since she was a child searching for the Shetland pony pooka she was sure was hiding in her back yard. She learned early on that books were magic doors into other worlds, and that she could revisit a beloved character or place by opening the right book. As she grew, she decided she wanted to make magic with words, too. Today Kit writes about things she loves: poodles and dragons, witches and artists, quirky underdogs and loyal friends. Whether her setting is 6th-century England, the imaginary Twelve Kingdoms, or an art-obsessed version of modern America, magic always finds its way into her story. She enjoys turning fairy tales inside out and watching characters sacrifice everything to reach their goal, but she also believes in happy endings. When she isn't writing, Kit experiences magic by making things with her hands. Over the years, she's made quilts, fabric sculptures, collages, sweaters, and blank books. Her newest interest is learning how to spin her own yarn, a skill guaranteed to strengthen one of her many delusions: that she is a self-sufficient pioneer woman. She also thinks she is a hobbit, a witch, an artist, and a good cook. Living in the foothills of Colorado, Kit enjoys the giant skies and prairie landscapes which suit her need for wide open spaces. In addition to hiking through glorious scenery with her husband or imagining herself living in the Middle Ages, Kit works as a pillow for her miniature poodle and polishes the next small piece of her handmade life.

4 thoughts on “Here Comes The Sun: The Hardest Part of Winter’s Over”

  1. The problem I have with Christmas is all of the “stuff”, buy buy buy! My solution is to stay out of it, and try not to judge. Some people really enjoy Christmas, for whatever reason, and I have to respect that. But yes, I fight off the crankiness all through December.

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  2. I know the commercialism is part of my problem. Thinking I need to switch to handmade gifts wherever possible, to support artists and feel OK about the spending. Managed to do some of that this year, but would like to do more!


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