12-22-2002 -
Here Comes the Sun, Little Darlin' Or why we hang a Sun on the top of our Christmas tree
Happy Solstice and a Joyous Yule to Y'all! How did you spend the longest, darkest night of the year? Once upon a time, before Christmas, Hanukkah, Ramadan and Kwanza, before the mega-malls catalogs or on-line shoping, before they even invented the Wal-Mart supercenter, people throughout the world celebrated the cold, dark period surrounding the Winter Solstice with great festivals of fire to chase away the cold, light to chase away the darkness and fun to chase away the blues. Why do you think we put Christmas lights on ours houses and drag green trees into our houses? It's a Pagan thing. Holly and mistletoe. Purely Pagan! Feasting and gift-giving. It's Pagan. Bells ring to wake up the sun. Even jolly old Santa was once a Roman God and his elves are little tree demons. And what�s a long winter night without sex--lots of sex, my little goddesses and goatboys. To honor the shivery season, our pagan forebears would feast and fornicate for days or even weeks of bacchanalian orgies that would make them blush at a San Francisco bathhouse. Sex, at these times, was more than just a personal pleasure or a nice way to keep warm, though it certainly was that. Sex, especially holiday sex, represented the erotic fecundity of life in the dead of winter, the vital, vibrant possibility of hope in what otherwise felt like a season of despair. The ancient ones believed that holiday sex at festivals like Carnaval, Dionysius, Sun Birth Day and Saturnalia encouraged crops to grow and productivity to increase. And who knows, maybe they were right! It�s your pagan duty to do it for the crops! Wake up the sun and get it on!
Want to read more about the Winter Solstice Look HERE And Here's a Pagan Yuletime Carol, sung to the tune of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I swear I am not making this up:
Faunus the Roman Goat-God,
Had a very rigid prick
And if you ever saw it
You would say it's quite a trick
All the other deities
Used to leer suggestively
They always wanted Faunus
To Join in the revery
Then one frosty Saturnal
Juno made this call
"Faunus since you're hung so well,
Won't you ring my solstice bell?"
Then all the others pouted And they muttered jealously "Faunus, the Roman goat-god Better save a turn for me!"
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