Better to save it till late June.
When we lived in northern Iowa, there was a couple--colleagues of my wife's--who would have a Solstice Party every summer. Sometime around the 21st of June. They were sort of older middle-aged hippie academicians, and their party always featured Grilled meats, grilled meats, grilled meats, red wine, red wine, and red wine. Luckily, my wife drinks very little wine, so I could always be assured of a driver home. We went there every year for a few years. They had a big old crib with a statue of some Norse goddess of summer solstice, and their soirée was always full of merriment and food and wine and people every mid-summer. It was always warm, always fun, and I always had a belly full of red meat and red wine on the ride home.
In any case, I'll go with with you and celebrate the Inca version of the holiday, lopsided as it is, and welcome the new sun tethered and returning to us some longer days. Happy shortest days of the year to you as well!
