The Daily: 21 December 2025

Today, Sunday, 21 December (at 10:03am in my part of the world), the sun appears to stand still at its most southern point in its apparent journey along the horizon. We call this period of slow change, where day length changes incrementally and then not at all, the solstice, the “sun pause”. In the northern hemisphere, this is the winter solstice, the time of the longest nights and shortest days. In my part of the world day length is just 8 hours and nearly 52 minutes. However, the solstice is not one day, nor one moment. It is a season, the season of Midwinter. Here in Vermont, the day length will remain at its shortest, plus a few seconds, until 26 December. The period of latest sunrise, 7:25am, begins on December 29th and will last until January 6th. The period of earliest sunset, 4:11pm, ended last week.

That’s the solstice here in my part of the world. But remember that it is different in yours. Maybe completely opposite, being the longest days of the year, not the longest nights. And in high latitude places, the sun’s pause on day or night quite outlasts the season.

What the solstice actually marks is the sun’s inflection point. Today and tomorrow, the sun’s declination — its apparent position relative to the Earth at noon — is as far south as it goes. It will touch the Tropic of Capricorn, 23.5°S latitude, and then it will turn around and head north again. Unless you have fancy tools and good marker points — like, say, a strategically placed menhir — it would be difficult to tell the difference between any of these days of pause. But the apparent motion of the sun has carried it one minute of latitude back towards the north by the time it rises on the 22nd, and it will have traveled a full degree by the end of the year.

All these are rather subtle changes. The sun is not moving much on the horizon. Shadows and light beams remain highly slanted in the north, while they are insubstantial in the south where summer reigns (but not rains…). Mostly it looks like not much is happening. Hence our ancestors named this time the solstice, the “sun stands still”. Following the season around the equinox, when day length is changing rapidly and weather is chaotic, the solstice changes are hardly noticeable and we have halcyon days for kingfisher nests. It feels like everything is waiting. In the winter, the solstice feels like everything is asleep, dreaming of the return of the sun.

I have seen many people, usually those under the influence of a belief in modern exceptionalism, claim that our ancestors were frightened of this time of darkness, that sacrifices were offered to sky gods so that the sun would rise again after the longest night of the year. To that I say: Nonsense! For one thing, all those menhirs that still keep accurate calendrical time thousands of years later were built by our “primitive” ancestors. Who today could even conceive of placement, never mind execution of the plan of Newgrange or Chaco Canyon? These were sophisticated people with skills and knowledge that exceeded ours. Probably by several orders of magnitude. They knew the sun was rising, and they knew exactly where it would rise, and they knew how to keep track of its path — with architecture and urban planning, no less.

They were not afraid, making offerings of propitiation to angry gods. They may have been somewhat nervous about exhausting food stores. Maybe. But then, in many of these places of advanced calendar keeping, they didn’t store plant-based food that had to last until the next growing season. Food stores were largely their livestock, whether those were in pens like cattle or in free-ranging herds like deer. And of course, in the middle latitudes there is no complete pause in the winter for farming. In fact, Saturnalia, a midwinter holiday honoring the old god of agriculture, is a celebration of the winter harvest. No, they were not afraid. They were celebratory, especially in the high latitude regions where “longest night” lasts for weeks. Even in this age of perpetual artificial light, there is solace when the sun finally brightens the horizon after weeks of dark days.

In my part of the world, the solstice brings in the cold. The days have been short for weeks, enough time for the soil and water to shed heat stored up in the summer. Fortunately, Earth points away from the sun in the north at the same time that this planet is closest to the sun, so high latitude northern winters aren’t as brutal as they could be. But it’s cold enough. Winter may start on November 1, but the cold really takes hold after the secular New Year. January and February are the coldest months, and January sees the most snow in an average winter — though average is broken now and recently we’ve started to see the biggest winter storms after Candlemas, even into April here in New England. Also there seems to be a more abrupt change from warmish autumn weather to frigid winter, with cold settling in for good around St Andrew’s Day. This year, we were still in shirtsleeves at Halloween, but it’s there have been many days in December where the temperature did not climb above 0°F — which is very unusual, but definitely part of a trend driven by the breakdown of the polar vortex with global warming.

But this is the middle of the rest season, the middle of the time of short days and long nights. It is Midwinter. From tomorrow onward, the days will be lengthening until at some point in late January, we’ll actually be able to notice that change. By a bit after Candlemas, we’ll be back to the 10-hour days that most plants need to break dormancy. We’ll be able to prepare dinner while the sun is setting, not hours into the darkness. We’ll start to shake off the sleepiness we’ve been feeling for months. And some of us will be busily planning for the summer growing season.

As I’ve said, we’ve already seen the earliest sunset come and go. The sun sets a bit later each day in my part of the world after 15 December. And the latest sunrise starts next week on the 29th and lasts until 6 January. That should give you indication of just how slowly change happens in these solstice weeks and how gradual the changes are each day. The sun is not truly “reborn” tomorrow. I’m fairly certain that notion has more to do with emperors and warlords than with any natural phenomena. Those aging despots had to put on a show each year, proving that they were still fit to rule. Hence the Unconquered Sun was renewed at the end of the year, and the reign of the Sun’s earthly avatar was revalidated. 

But tonight is one of the longest nights, and though tomorrow the sun begins to head north again, the cold is seeping through the walls of my old home. I shall be curled up with warm bread and blankets. There may be candles. There will definitely be music. It is a celebration, after all, a celebration of the hope for a warmer tomorrow… some day soonish.

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From the Book Cellar

Here are some of my favorite picture books specifically for the solstice.

A Redwall Winter’s Tale, written by Brian Jacques, illustrated by Christopher Denise (2001, Philomel). This is my favorite winter story. For two decades I’ve been reading it to kids. Never fails to captivate. And for the rest of my life, I will always see the Snow Badger striding across the sky every night of snowfall.

The Winter Solstice, written by Ellen Jackson, illustrated by Jan Davey Ellis (1994, Millbrook Press). A gentle exploration of this season throughout many cultures.

The Shortest Day: Celebrating the Winter Solstice, written by Wendy Pfeffer, illustrated by Jesse Reisch (2003, Dutton Children’s Books). Lots of facts! Written for the youngest readers, this one focuses more on the natural world and has activities at the end.

The Longest Night, written by Marion Dane Bauer, illustrated by Led Lewin (2009, Holiday House). Another one for the youngest readers, this book is wholly set in the natural world with liquid, impressionistic paintings conveying the feeling of enveloping darkness and the joy at the sudden light of morning.

Coyote Solstice, written by Thomas King, illustrated by Gary Clement (2009, Groundwood Books). If you want perspective… Coyote learns about the mall… and decides he likes his ways better.

Solstice: A Mystery of the Season by Jan Adkins (2004, WoodBoat Books). This is a lovely midwinter story of family and longing, set on the Maine coast, some time between the advent of ubiquitous outboard motors and the invasion of cell phones. This is more a read-aloud story than a picture book, but Adkins’ woodcut illustrations give the story energy and solidity.

Lights of Winter: Winter Celebrations around the World, written by Heather Conrad, illustrated by deForest Walker (2013, Lightport Books). Not the greatest read-aloud but it does convey the breadth and depth of midwinter festivals.

The Shortest Day, Susan Cooper, illustrated Carson Ellis, Candlewick Press 2019. Elegant and exuberant art in warm golds and reds remind us that this is is a festival of the rising sun. Cooper’s poetry exactly captures our yearning to be rooted, connected through ritual to our ancestors. This is sure to become a classic.

The Light of the Winter Solstice, Florian Eizaguirre, illustrated Maitane Bautista, International Wonders, 2024. This story weaves Basque folklore into an awareness of the progression of the season from autumn to the solstice with charming art and simple text.

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©Elizabeth Anker 2025