As the seasons turn the flora change.
Every Autumn the deciduous trees shed their leaves and the ground is
covered with browns and golds as nature appears to go into shutdown.
Nights become longer, days shorter, colder and wetter. In the midsts
of these changes some flora do not change – ivy, holly, mistletoe
continue to grow, the latter even on a tree that otherwise appears to
be devoid of life. Whereas most plants fruit from Spring onwards the
holly tree bears fruit in Winter, and eating very, very small amounts
of those berries can induce hallucinations and heighten awareness (I
bet you lot didn't know that), although taken too excess will result
in poisoning and maybe death. Mistletoe is often thought of in
conjunction with holly, and is asserted to be an antidote to
poisoning as well as a cure for barreness in animals (which obviously
explains the whole kissing thing excuse).
Tree worship more generally has a long
history, again dating back to pre-Christian times in many countries
and there are tales of Christian missionaries taking steps to
eradicate it using force (or just an axe). During the leafing months
the strongest and oldest tree is the Oak, but during Winter that
mantle passes to the Pine or Fir tree as the tallest evergreen. In
most cases the tree is not on it's own on a windy hill but in a
sacred grove (if one did not naturally exist then there was nothing
wrong with some judicious woodsmanship to create one).
The point that I'm trying to get to is
what is the history of the symbols that we associate with the season
?
I think that a case can be made that
people used whatever was around them and picked on whatever was odd
amongst the noise of the mundane. People in England, generally
speaking, do not worship grass, or brambles, or nettles, or
dandelions, or privet for that matter (Monty Python and the Knights
who say “Ni !” notwithstanding).
Christians, in seeking to obliterate
any existing faith path were not above using force, or appropriating
festivals, symbols and stories and overlaying them, sometimes with
the most amazing use of spin, to turn those things into
reinforcements of the Christian worldview.
If an oak was sacred to Thor then chop
the thing down (thanks St Boniface). Otherwise co-opt whatever it was
and invent an appropriate back story. As an aside I was in Paris in
June and climbed the Eiffel Tower (well it was rude not to) and on
the way down from the Second Level to the First I passed a family
from the USA where the mother or auntie was speaking to a younger
girl, about 14, who was clearly impressed by the structure and was
being instructed
“This should remind you of your
baptism ceremony, that was awesome too.”
I thought “It's a fucking marvel of
human engineering not an excuse for brain-washing.”
Nonetheless it was being co-opted to
reinforce the faith.
Anyway, my point is that many of the
things that we associate with Christmas have actually got nothing to
do with Christianity, they are the renamed refugees from earlier
beliefs.
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