poliphilo

I think the word "Solstice"- and hear the breathy, hooty sound of rams horns in my head. They are being blown by white bearded chaps (like me, like me!) wearing white robes of and wreaths of oak leaves- no- wrong time of year- wearing white robes and wreaths of holly and mistletoe- while the sun rises over a very special stone or between two very special stones and everybody who has gathered for the occasion makes tribal noises to welcome in the New Year.

(The Solstice is the proper New Year. Those who moved the New Year to January I were being ignorant or obtuse or deliberately destructive of tradition.)

Pour the mead, light the fires, roast the meats, bang and blow and pluck and shake whatever instruments are available.

Dance....

Then drink some mead and dance some more.....