Summer Solstice: Hells Yeah

At last!  My favorite day ’cause

it’s the longest of the year ’cause it’s summer

and it’s warm and the sun stays out past

curfew and I don my gauzy white fairy dress

and weave hibiscus through my flowing locks, then

me and the Chalupa, in his handspun frock of the

finest eider-down, we dance in the misty light and

I ladle mulled wine into pressed copper

chalices – but none for the Chalupa until his

initiation into the Order of the Wee Hellions on

the celebration of his thirteenth Solstice – and

we chant incantations praising vitamin D and 80

degree days, but not before burning incense to ward

off the evil spirits of winter (being super careful

cause it’s fire season, after all) and as the longest day

of the year comes to its fiery finish, Him Known

As the Husband utters the prophetic words,

“You do know that every day going forward

will be shorter and darker.”  Yes, dear,

I know.  But thanks for being

the Solstice Asshole.