I have to tell you, Christmas is my favorite holiday. But I don't mean that in the cheesy, commercial way. In my mind it's the darkest, scariest, and most pagan time of year. It just stirs my blood. I WANT TO SACRIFICE A GOAT. I am not kidding. Something about this season stirs the dark magic in my blood. I love it.
I'm fine with the Christian aspects, too. A holy birth in the dead of winter, of a mystical child doomed to die in horror? That's pretty messed up.
This holiday is a fantastical conglomeration of cultures and stories. I love the connection to the sun god Mithras, and the pagan traditions of the solstice, Yule and Saturnalia. Mostly, it just moves me in some primal way, to fight against the darkness of winter, to feast and be merry with those I love, because we might not all make it to spring. *Merry Christmas*.
I'm fine with the Christian aspects, too. A holy birth in the dead of winter, of a mystical child doomed to die in horror? That's pretty messed up.
This holiday is a fantastical conglomeration of cultures and stories. I love the connection to the sun god Mithras, and the pagan traditions of the solstice, Yule and Saturnalia. Mostly, it just moves me in some primal way, to fight against the darkness of winter, to feast and be merry with those I love, because we might not all make it to spring. *Merry Christmas*.
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