My great-grandfather set trees on fire.
(Sometimes literally out in the forest and sometimes metaphorically with candles and beads and handcarved ornaments)
Dark in the winter and people’s heads sometimes darker than the outside world.
What pictures I’ve seen were full of candles and fire and light in every corner that could spare a glow.
A poor reflection of the absent sun but a faithful reflection of the stubborn hearts of those that would-
Face down the darkness, candle-fierce.
The best way to deal with the darkness is to set it on fire.