I WRITE a weekly column for the Spanish-based Euro Weekly News, often tacking subjects like homophobia, religious privilege, secularism, atheism and the likes. I rarely provoke outrage, but in March …
There’s no way – NO WAY – I’m going to say “Happy Yule!” to my folks when I go into the frozen North for my seasonal holiday this year. No way!
Nope. They’ll say “Happy Christmas!”, so I’ll say “Happy Christmas!” Why? Because that’s what it’s called – that’s why. Has been for yonks.
Yes, yes, yes, I know the period was hijacked. I know there were festivals there at that time of year – still are – and the Christians knew (devious sods that they were) that it would be altogether easier to mould the mythology surrounding the birth of their big man onto the midwinter stuff that was going down. That way, they would get the nasty heathens to accept nice Gentle Jesus.