We found out today our Christmas Tree is Jewish.
There was nothing overt. Nothing obvious. We found out the hard way.
First, Susan and I don’t celebrate Christmas so much as celebrate Solstice. It’s not that we’re Pagan or Wiccan, we simply prefer to celebrate Nature’s events. Much less confusion regarding days and dates, no variations on a theme, no Orthodox versus Reformed, no Baptist versus Catholic, no Sunni versus Shia, et cetera.
I mean, if you’re pagan you’re pagan you’re pagan. Pretty much a Wood Spirit is a Wood Spirit, a Guide is a Guide, a Totem is a Totem and so on.
Part of our Solstice celebration involves getting a tree, lighting it, putting gifts around it.
Sound like Christmas?
Guess again. Christians stole those ideas.
We got a tree at the Rotary. They sell trees every year in the shopping center parking lot.
We put it up, we were decorating it, Susan sipped some wine, I tippled a bit of Scotch. We started singing some Pagan Wodes (you can find them and hear them if you know where to look). Pagan Wodes tend to be simple. Religions, when they started, borrowed from them. They were easy to sing, everybody already knew them, tack on a Jesu or whatever and you were good to go. The modern wodes make use of modern musicianship. Quite interesting, they.
So there we were, singing. One or two choruses in, we hear a soft humming.