Christmas. Hanukkah. Kwanzaa. Festivus. And now New Year’s. All a bunch of fictional crap in my humble opinion. There’s one deep winter celebration that makes sense, and that’s the solstice, now some days deep into the past.

Even so, I’ve quaffed the prosecco and aperitif, I’ve had the traditional midnight kiss, I’ve heard the fireworks going off, and I do feel happy and freshly optimistic.

Even with no good reason that I can say to you out loud.