Indeed. I think it could be traced back to times where the winter was something very much to be feared, and people spent much time indoors; the winter festivals were something to do with the time, something to look forward to. I think that's why I love them so much... I love the idea that human warmth, community, and custom can give you something to look forward to even in the cold and darkness.
I think there was a Celtic (or something else -- I forget) folklore about this. When the sun was shunned by the skies and light forsaken the people, and when water froze and fruits were scarce 'twas only helplessness and misery that the people had with them. There was only eternal darkness and fear was their best companion. To each for his own, they shut the cottages and forbid the cold winds within -- but it came anyway. Then the elders cuddled the children, selflessly offered their warmth to them, and they died saving the children. But this spark of selfless acts burned a fire in the hearts of the young, who marched at the center of the village.
Fear was their companion and claimed them one by one, but with acts of selfless goodwill and humanity they saved each other, understood each other, loved each other, and that fire grew stronger.
No one was left behind -- they all marched forward in love, and that fire grew so strong that it eventually dispelled the winds and called the sun. It was a community of good will; you have a torch, so go light someone a lamp.
That will be my Christmas this year. Remember that orphan girl I always talk about? This year I will give her the gift of literacy -- I will personally teach her Devnagiri, and I will pay for her English classes. And then, I can lend her my books to help her climb out of the slums that could claim her soul. She
will be independent, and I'll guarantee that. I can't help everyone, but even one life changed makes the world better. No one should be left behind.
Thank you.
Thank you so much for the inspiration.
