There's a neuron in my brain which understands intellectually that this is the darkest time of the year. There's another neuron which holds a lifetime's memories of indoor and outdoor lighting from every December. After bumping around my skull (in the dark, with flashlights), these two neurons have found each other. We have to put extra lights all over the dark when we can't see the sun. ("Oh Holy Light, the stars are brightly shining....")
This is also the anniversary of my father's death (my friend told me that Jews they call that anniversary "yarzheit"). For the first time in several years, I put up my (three-foot artificial) Christmas tree, replaced the dead tree lights and put my small collection of Garfield and Looney Tunes ornaments on it with a few others I crocheted myself (I has a crocheted star 8). I left the tree lights on all night. I bought a candle (not a "yarzheit candle"), lit it around sunset yesterday and left it, in its glass container, on top of my stove. It's still burning.
I'll circulate among my fellow humans some more tomorrow (I was really glad to have Commons to go to last night) when I finish my shopping. I received a gift and I forgot to ask if I should "do not open until Christmas". No patience -- I opened it and I love it!
Right now I'm dreaming about the day the sun comes back.