Irreverent as ever, I bring you Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, the Birth of the Unconquered Sun. It falls on the 25th, and celebrates the birth of the god Mithras, a Christ-figure from Zoroastrianism, who managed to pre-date Christ by a couple of centuries. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti is probably the reason we celebrate Christmas on the 25th rather than on the Solstice, because Mithraism rapidly achieved a life of its own and was hugely popular as a mystery religion in Rome for centuries, until at last being eclipsed by Christianity. Knowing a good thing when they saw it, they ignored the fact that Jesus was probably born in the fall, September 16th, to be exact, and promptly christened it Christmas.
This is fine. Religions do this stuff all the time, you should see some of the Santeria/Catholic fusions, and whatever you call it, it's still a party.
Mithraism, however, was one of the great Olde Time Religions, a really rip-snortin' man's man machismo kinda faith, a fraternal god worshipped by soldiers and sailors and travelers far from home. It was macho. In keeping with their pure machismo, Mithraism's greatest sacrament was to find a pure white bull without blemish, cut its throat, and bathe in the blood. (We are REAL MEN! We can swim in bull blood AND ENJOY IT!). Animal sacrifice was all the rage at the time, everybody was doin' it, but this was pretty dramatic even for the day. White bulls without blemish ain't cheap. These buggers knew how to party.
However, in my perfect world, where all faiths come together in a glorious orgy of tacky decorations, where light-up Baby Jesus rides light-up reindeer and light-up Isaac Newton bears gifts to light-up Kwanzaa something or other and the light-up Solstice Chicken flies over head bearing a menorah and we find some form of light-up Ramadan thing that doesn't violate the rules about idols and everybody's faith or complete lack thereof is utterly degraded by cheap merchandising and we all come together to b***h about how commercial it all is and how we shopped for hours and the kids are playing with the bubble wrap, for god's sake, and thus are unified in a glorious, pan-religious celebration of our mixed feelings for the season--in this perfect world, there is a light-up plastic white bull, with red christmas lights wrapped tightly around its neck, spilling light-up gore onto the snow. And perhaps a small hamster with a butcher knife.
But nonetheless, we have to remember what the most important thing is during this time of year, family and friends. Cherish those bastards, because you never know when you might not have them anymore – or need a kidney. And the presents are hella sweet too! (^_^)
A merry Dies Natalis Solis Invicti to all! And I call dibs on the brain.
