The Winter Solstice coincided (roughly, by about twelve hours) with the full moon this year.
I thought, at work, that I’d miss the full(-ish) moon due to heavy rain storms that passed through all day, made work feel quite bleak every time I looked out the window, and made the drive home an adventure, but, about an hour after I got home and just as I was about to put in laundry, the rain stopped, the sky cleared off, and the full moon glowed crisply through the rapidly moving cloud cover.
Winter solstice. Full moon. As Steven Moffat put it in Doctor Who‘s A Christmas Carol, we are “halfway out of the dark,” and in about thirteen weeks, spring will arrive.