Isn’t it nice to be a pagan and a rude infidel? We get spared all this silly apocalyptic crap that wasn’t going to happen anyway. No end-of-world panic or Great Disappointments for us. We get to hoist a tankard of mead (or hot mulled wine!) and toast the rebirth of the Sun. Which is just what I’m planning on doing today. It’s ya birthday, baby!
Blessed be, bitches.