Aren’t we suppose to dance around a tree with flowers in our hair or something??
Stepping into the way-back machine takes us to the dawn of time in a damp and dreary cave sparsely populated by a group of frightened long-hairs.
They are afraid because for some weeks now the sun has been setting earlier and earlier while the night has grown longer and colder.
Perhaps it will soon disappear entirely.
But in a few days the people in the cave will cheer when they see that the sun has slowed it’s decline into oblivion.
They will declare a holiday with road kill and libations aplenty to celebrate the son, sun.
Some time later the religious Grinch stole this perfectly good pagan holiday in order to celebrate the birthday of a martyr who was born at least 9 months before that.
Aren’t we suppose to dance around a tree with flowers in our hair or something??
Stepping into the way-back machine takes us to the dawn of time in a damp and dreary cave sparsely populated by a group of frightened long-hairs.
They are afraid because for some weeks now the sun has been setting earlier and earlier while the night has grown longer and colder.
Perhaps it will soon disappear entirely.
But in a few days the people in the cave will cheer when they see that the sun has slowed it’s decline into oblivion.
They will declare a holiday with road kill and libations aplenty to celebrate the son, sun.
Some time later the religious Grinch stole this perfectly good pagan holiday in order to celebrate the birthday of a martyr who was born at least 9 months before that.
Merry Christmas and so on.