You are now living through the shortest day of the year. It may be the shortest by only a few seconds, but it’s the shortest nonetheless. Where I am, in upstate New York, the sun will only be about 19 degrees up in the sky at noon. With the lunar eclipse, this all augurs very well for us. I am thus allowed to grant you one Christmas/Candlemas/Yule/Wild Hunt present for surviving thus. You have stored your seeds, smoked the meat, canned the harvest – what is the one thing else you want?