Here is a tidbit from an favored authors web page that just kind of fits tis thread. Enjoy 'Twas the Night of the Solstice by Kim Harrison 'Twas the week before Christmas, and up in the Hollows, Solstice bonfires were burning, to toast the marshmallows. The pixies were snug in their stump, even Jenks, Who claimed he was tired, and needed some winks. So I in my parka, and Ivy in her boots, Were toasting the season, with thirty-year hooch. When out in the street, there came such a crash, I thought that it had to be 'coons in our trash. Away to the gate, I trudged through the snow, While Ivy just said, "If it's Kist, say hello." I lifted the latch, and peered to the street, My face went quite cold. We were in it thigh deep. 'Twas a demon, who stood in the headlamps quite bright, With his coat of green velvet, and his uncommon height. His eyes, how they glittered, his teeth how they gnashed, His voice, how he bellowed, his tongue, how it lashed. The street wasn't holy, so on Big Al came, As he bellowed, and shouted, and called me by name. "Morgan, you witch. You're a pain in my side. "Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!" Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore. But Ivy and I, we circled round back, To stand in the street and prepare for attack. "You loser," I shouted. "I'm waiting for you." And the demon, he spun, taking on a red hue. Ivy stood ready, and I whispered, "Okay . . . "If he wants to get rough, I'm ready to play." With nary a word, us two girls got to work, Putting foot into gut, of the soul-sucking jerk. I circled him quick, with a few words of Latin, While Ivy distracted him with lots of good wackin' "Get back!" I yelled out when my trap was complete, And Ivy somersaulted right over the creep. My circle sprang up, entrapping him surely, Al fussed and he fumed, like a demonic fury. The neighbors all cheered, and came out of their houses, Where they'd watched the whole thing, like little house mouses. So Ivy and I, we both bowed real low, Then banished Big Al, in an overdone show. But I heard Al exclaim, 'ere he poofed from our sight "You won this time witch, but I'll get you one night!" Kim Harrison December 14th, 2005
I really like the idea of this. Gets the primal side of me churning. Campfires are always special. Cook a good stew on it, or perhaps, if your daring, go hunting and catch yourself something big, and roast it over several hours over the fire. Get yourself a few beers, and relax. Watch the fireworks, and share it all with a group of like minded friends. Then have a feast .
Actually I was wondering that myself last night when I was reading about "Buddhist Christians." I have strong interests in half a dozen religions, including Celtic druid stuff. We're definitely going to do something with candles. So far it's decided that we'll cut all the lights in the house, and light one candle at a time with a pause of X minutes between, and then drink cocoa (or beer for the grown ups? ) I'm looking for good prayers and poems to read, and thinking about other things to add. I appreciate all the suggestions. Some of them wouldn't do for a 5-year-olds party but they sure would be fun otherwise and they get me thinking in the right direction.
How about a bonfire? You can stand around it in the darkness, and using the lighting of the fire to represent the rising of the sun .... If your far enough in the desert you can let your imagination run wild with the size of fire ... and have all your birthday guests round it too.... ps - didnt read page 2, so hope this wasnt suggested already
Since Solstice is fast approaching is anyone going to branch out from the norm and do something different?
\ Yeah I asked him and he said he frements for 8-10 months. The 4 months is a bare bottom minimum, but said it would taste tart and not real good for enjoying.
