‘Twas the Night of the Solstice (12:31 AM, ET)
‘Twas the Night of the Solstice, and up on The Mount (See “Olympus”)
All the planets were waiting for Sun to dismount. (See “leave Sagg”)
His pin-stripes were ironed by Mars with great care, (See “Virgo”)
No more wrinkles for Sun, not once he got there! (See “Capricorn”)
Well, most of the planets were in Saturn’s office,
(They were there for a party, but it felt like a caucus.)
See, that striped suit was Saturn’s, so he had to be sure
That Sun wasn’t stumbling through Sagg anymore.
All that dripping and spilling, all that falling down,
And jumping in puddles, like some type of clown. (see “Sagg” again)
It makes Saturn nervous, he just doesn’t get it.
(And besides, he had charged those pin-stripes to his credit!)
Well, the gang wanted food, and were tired of his worry
And were just gettng ready to leave (in a hurry)
When suddenly, Moon said “Let’s have a big feast!”
And she led them all into the kitchen, toute suite!
Then she pulled on her apron (her very best black), (See “Scorpio”)
And went into the pantry to fetch them a snack,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
They ran out of there to see what was the matter.
Saturn followed, and muttered, “It just can’t be Sun!
He’s in Capricorn now, there’s no more time for fun!”
Well, Venus just laughed when she saw who was there.
(Even though they were technically no longer square.)
It was Jupiter, smack in the midst of his station.
(Who’d obviously had ‘way too much celebration.)
Well, they pulled and they pushed, and they tried to revive him,
And they even called Chiron, who said “He’ll survive. Him?
He’s always excessive, he falls down on the floor
At least once a cycle, what’s just one time more?”
But Jupiter stirred, then. He woke up, and he grinned,
And said “Whash all the fush?” Had some fun! Ain’t no sin!” <hic!>
Then he grabbed up his napsack, and fumbled inside,
And he pulled out a couple of Moon’s home-baked pies!
But before Mars could cut them, Merc straightened up tall
And said “Listen! Sun’s coming! He’s out in the hall!”
Well, they turned out the lights and they stood by the door.
And they all waited there. Saturn pacing the floor,
Neptune patting his back, saying “It’ll be fine,”
(Making everyone wish that they, too, were in trine!)
Then the doorknob, it turned, and Sun just stood there,
First he blinked, then he gasped, then he said, “Don’t you dare!’
But Uranus jumped out from behind a big chair,
Yelling “Hey, Sun, remember? Surprise! We’re in square!”
Well, Saturn was startled, he just hadn’t noticed
That the angles were cardinal, and this square was focused
Right on them, in fact, right at 0 degrees,
And the shock of it all made him weak in the knees!
But it didn’t explain why the Sun looked so rumpled
And what Saturn saw next made him *truly* disgruntled.
See, those pinstripes were tarnished with ashes and soot
And right on Sun’s back was a print, like a foot!
Then Jupiter chuckled, and he winked up at Sun.
“Oh, so what? It’ll wash, and we sure had some fun!”
And then it hit Saturn, that those two were aligned!
And the worst of it all? They were even in trine!
(See, a Jupiter aspect of any old sort
Can tempt even a serious guy to cavort.)
And trines are much harder to resist or ignore.
But Sun cast his eyes down, ashamed, toward the floor.
He promised old Saturn he’d dry-clean that suit,
Or he’d go out and buy him a new substitute.
See, Sun felt just awful for letting him down.
(And besides, even gods don’t like Saturn to frown!)
Well, Saturn forgave him, for some unknown reason.
(It was maybe the sextile, more likely the season.)
And they all went inside, and they did eat those pies,
But somebody else had planned one last surprise…
And a few hours later, as the party wound down,
(After Venus had modeled her new glo-lite gown), (See “Aquarius”)
Sun went to the door that said “Downstairs! Keep Out!”
And he opened it up, and then Pluto came out!
He, too, was in pin-stripes, and he seemed to be merry,
(Which, given his reputation, was quite scary.)
(See, Pluto is known for his fondness of night
And they were, after all, celebrating the light.)
He said, “I know, I’m late, but I’m still not quite single” (see “Spring”)
Persephone’s here, and she hates when I mingle.”
So I sent her Upstairs, overnight, to her Mum
And I’m sorry I said that I just couldn’t come.”
“Well, now that you’re here,” Venus said, with a smile,
“Put your feet up, relax, and hang out for a while!
We’re about to call Whatzername up there, online (See “Me”)
And give her a message that she’ll like just fine.”
Well, they called and they said, “On this ‘way special day,
We want to share something, So here’s what to say…”
And they sent out this blessing to all Mortals Mere:
“Happy Solstice to all, Have a wonderful year!”
