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Originally posted by ltl/fb
So what is everyone doing tomorrow to celebrate the solstice? Or is the solstice tonight?
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Speaking of the Solstice, that reminds me -- the local hippie college radio station just played the following song. Yesterday they played Lester's favorite Christmas tune, "A Fairytale of New York." Now I just need to hear "Merry Christmas From the Family" by Robert Earl Keen, and I'll be set.
The Christians and the Pagans (Dar Williams):
Amber called her uncle,
said "We're up here for the holiday.
Jane and I were having Solstice,
now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle
watched his wife hang Mary on a tree.
He watched his son hang candy canes
all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, "Its Christmas Eve,
I know our life is not your style."
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice,
and we miss you and its been awhile."
So the Christians and the Pagans
sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground
the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served,
hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth
to all their gods and goddesses.
The food was great,
the tree plugged in,
the meal had gone without a hitch.
Til Timmy turned to Amber
and said, "Is it true that you're a witch?"
His mom jumped up and said,
"The pies are burning,"
and she hit the kitchen.
And it was Jane who spoke,
and said, "Its true, your cousin's not a Christian."
"But we love trees, we love the snow,
the friends we have, the world we share.
And you find magic from your God,
and we find magic everywhere."
So the Christians and the Pagans
sat together at the table.
Finding faith and common ground
the best that they were able.
And where does magic come from?
I think magic's in the learning.
Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans
only pumpkin pies are burning.
When Amber tried to do the dishes,
her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother."
Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim
and like her father.
He thought about his brother,
how they hadn't spoken in a year.
He thought he'd call him up and say,
"Its Christmas and your daughter's here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers,
saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?"
Dad said, "Well discuss it when they leave."
So the Christians and the Pagans
sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground
the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness,
learning new ways from the old,
and making sense of history
and drawing warmth out of the cold.