It is the longest night of the year.
I just set my candle in the window, a tradition that I learned from my friend Gael, who is of Scottish heritage.
This tradition apparently stretches way back.
She always said it was for the travelers who were abroad on such a long, dark night.
In any case, this night, with its promise of coming light, always feels sacred to me.
That's why I am sitting here watching "The Office," drinking a nice Valpolicella and eating some Stilton, pecans and Seckel pears. Sacraments, you understand.