The waning hours of December of the old year. With Winter Solstice behind us. For some of us, this year was a lucky one. others, full of bad luck, such as mine. And some inbetween. Soon, the days of Winter Solstice celebrations. along with the old year, will vanish.

Life's full of cycles. Days become nights, nights become days. Winter becomes Spring, Spring becomes Summer, Summer becomes Autumn-Fall, and before you know it, Winter returns after that. And with each 12 months passing, one year ends, and a new one begins. And even though it's sad that the holiday seasons, inspired by ancient reverences of the Winter Solstice, when the lenghtening of nights and shortening of days ends, and the process of the opposite beings, preparing us for life in Spring, and Summer, before another solstice turns the process around once again.

Even though the cold of the winter has fallen upon us, we must remember that it is when Nature sleeps. And She shall awaken in due time, giving way for new generations of life to make up for old ones lost. Just like new stars are born in far-far away corners of our galaxy, and others die down, becoming black holes, white dwarves.

Therefore, as the season ends, let us remember that the thing our ancestors celebrated in this gracious point in December was the anticipation of Nature's return, a sort of reverence for the vegetation that slumbers under the cold. Life, as always, goes on. Time's arrow marches forwards, and soon, we shall once again pass the gracious embrace of Spring. But until then, 2 more months of winter await. A winter that we shall reap the benefits from. December, the father of holidays, may be over, but February soon brings the Carnival and to those who like it, Valentine's day. Within hours, in Hungary anyway, 2022 will end, and 2023 will start.

And so, I wish you all a belated Happy Holidays, and most importantly now, a happy new year! May the wild hunt yield us all a great future and liberty above all, shall the Gods be pleased.