December’s Winter Solstice – astronomical phenomenon for the Northern Hemisphere is contemporaneous today. This means Winter and Winter means whoopee!
Winter Solstice essentially means the shortest day of the year and for Northern Hemisphere, it’s present-day. This phenomenon goes synonymous with joyful times with the impending Christmas and the New Year. Not to mention, the Snow! Due to Sun’s relative position to Earth, Southern Hemisphere has the Winter Solstice around June.
Winter Solstice: Significance
Some singing, some campfires, good food and most of all, family get together are predominant during this period. Generally speaking, Winter begins from the start of December with the first snow. Festive vibes takes over from then, but it’s indeed after the Solstice that it takes full shape.
Due to Earth’s tilt, Winter and Summer Solstice recur yearly and necessitate climatic changes. Furthermore, Dec. 21-23 isn’t necessarily the coldest days of the Winter, it’s merely the beginning. The coldest day, on the other hand, is roughly a month away from The Longest Day.
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What starts from December goes on till March, paving way for the Spring. It’s indeed ironic how one longs for Winter, only to wish for Spring come February. Besides, just as Winter becomes banal, Spring doesn’t disappoint. Once the Spring restores the usual order of things, time flies and then there’s Summer! Funny how the cycle is synchronous with human emotions and modus operandi.
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In Popular Culture
Be it ancient Pagan traditions or today’s Jewish Hanukkah, Winter has profound cultural significance. From ‘going home’ to shopping to being with loved ones, it’s time to stay happy. Poets personify Winter to everything that comes down to happiness. Songwriters are no exception too.
Percy Bysshe Shelley writes in his Ode to West Wind obscurely about the Winter. “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?“, he questions. Perhaps, he refers to the seasons as the circle of life even. He wasn’t the first to do it, he certainly won’t be the last. Winters may come and Winters may go, albeit, they don’t cease to amuse.