It's December 22, the first day of winter. I've always liked this day, although the first day of winter sounds so foreboding. Even so, it's the darkest day of the year in these parts. Every day from now on will have a little more sunlight until next December 22. What's not great about that? A little more light. A little less darkness. I can understand why pagans would celebrate by dancing naked in the moonlight on this date. Of course, I don't think that pagans needed much of a reason to dance naked. They might dance just because it's a Monday night or they had a glass of good merlot at dinner. It's just that for once, they got it right.