Who else has over done on the calories these last few days? I’m sure I’m not alone. Too much pie. Too much candy. Too much bouillabaisse. What? Bouillabaisse? Yes, we have that on X-mas eve at our house. Why? Because it’s delicious and decadent, much like the holidays themselves.
Now remember, before Christ came along, people (at least of Europe and UK) celebrated the mid-winter festival with days and days of eating and drinking. All that crazy trees-in-the-house, holly, yule logs, and mistletoe–straight from the druids, right? Wassail–hum, don’t know, maybe medieval actually, not pre-Christian. But I’d like to think alcohol-soaked fruit/nut cakes and mincemeat-pies filled with bits of the animals we American’s have only seen eaten on Bizarre Foods, were all part of that ancient mid-winter/ solstice festivities.
Really, it’s no wonder the Catholic church latched on to this wonderful time of year to encourage people to also celebrate the birth of Jesus. He was a good guy. I bet he wouldn’t have begrudged anyone their extra calories in the middle of a cold, long winter of Northern Europe. He wouldn’t have rolled his eyes at Mary Magdelene and said, “Really? You’re going to have another slice of that mystery-meat pie?”
I appreciate the sentiments of “Keep Christ in Christmas” for those that are Christians–a particularly nice notion when one thinks of the vast commercialism that threatens to take over this time of year. But for those of us more in the Celtic, pre-Christian mode, I would like a lawn-sign that says, “Hey, remember; it has always been about over-eating and drinking.”