A Pagan's Christmas

I have had a very mercurial relationship with holidays over the years. 

But thanks ever so for leaving out the brandy and carrots for me...

But thanks ever so for leaving out the brandy and carrots for me...

As an “F-this” punk rock teenager became an “I’m doing this MY way” adult, I have both boycotted and embraced traditional holidays, depending on the moment and my level of patience in that moment. One thing is always the same: I sail through the entire year, enjoying the pagan rituals of the earth during each season, free-spirited and brimming with life...then suddenly, December rolls around. And it gets weird.

Somehow it feels like if I don’t do SOMETHING on December 24th and 25th, I’ve missed out. Silly, right? Conditioning, I suppose. 

Fortunately, my co-star feels the same.

Despite highly enjoyable Winter Solstice romps, we still have to steer our wildly adorned pirate ship through the waters claimed by our families - a strange pool of largely cultural, rather than religious, Jews and Christians...with a few atheists thrown in.

So we’ve developed our own rituals over the years that came about organically, and have somehow stuck.  

There is a candelabra instead of a tree, all dressed up in orange and pink flicker lights, topped by Edgar the crow, and featuring a disco ball, a high-heeled slipper, a Turkish coin belt, a African talisman, and a miniature replica of Gene Simmons' Kiss boots.

Edgar will not be singing carols, I assure you.

Edgar will not be singing carols, I assure you.

 

Gifts gather at the base of Cleopatra, who has watched over me for many, many moons. 

She sees you when you're sleeping.

She sees you when you're sleeping.

Dinner this year was a sumptuous feast of vegan Indian delights carefully prepared by moi, followed by cold bubbly and the annual, never-gets-old Lord of The Rings marathon.

It was AWESOME.

 

Won’t you share your rituals with me in the comments below?  I’d love to hear!

xxxAlise