Thursday, December 27, 2007

A Brief History of Christmas...

A Brief History of Christmas
By JOHN STEELE GORDON
December 21, 2007

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB119820996084944523-email.html

Christmas famously "comes but once a year." In fact, however, it comes twice. The Christmas of the Nativity, the manger and Christ child, the wise men and the star of Bethlehem, "Silent Night" and "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" is one holiday. The Christmas of parties, Santa Claus, evergreens, presents, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Jingle Bells" is quite another.

But because both celebrations fall on Dec. 25, the two are constantly confused. Religious Christians condemn taking "the Christ out of Christmas," while First Amendment absolutists see a threat to the separation of church and state in every poinsettia on public property and school dramatization of "A Christmas Carol."

A little history can clear things up.

The Christmas of parties and presents is far older than the Nativity. Most ancient cultures celebrated the winter solstice, when the sun reaches its lowest point and begins to climb once more in the sky. In ancient Rome, this festival was called the Saturnalia and ran from Dec. 17 to Dec. 24. During that week, no work was done, and the time was spent in parties, games, gift giving and decorating the houses with evergreens. (Sound familiar?) It was, needless to say, a very popular holiday.
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In its earliest days, Christianity did not celebrate the Nativity at all. Only two of the four Gospels even mention it. Instead, the Church calendar was centered on Easter, still by far the most important day in the Christian year. The Last Supper was a Seder, celebrating Passover, which falls on the day of the full moon in the first month of spring in the Hebrew calendar. So in A.D. 325, the Council of Nicea decided that Easter should fall on the Sunday following the first full moon of spring. That's why Easter and its associated days, such as Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, are "moveable feasts," moving about the calendar at the whim of the moon.

It is a mark of how late Christmas came to the Christian calendar that it is not a moveable feast, but a fixed one, determined by the solar calendar established by Julius Caesar and still in use today (although slightly tweaked in the 16th century).

By the time of the Council of Nicea, the Christian Church was making converts by the thousands and, in hopes of still more converts, in 354 Pope Liberius decided to add the Nativity to the church calendar. He also decided to celebrate it on Dec. 25. It was, frankly, a marketing ploy with a little political savvy thrown in.

History does not tell us exactly when in the year Christ was born, but according to the Gospel of St. Luke, "shepherds were abiding in the field and keeping watch over their flocks by night." This would imply a date in the spring or summer when the flocks were up in the hills and needed to be guarded. In winter they were kept safely in corrals.

So Dec. 25 must have been chosen for other reasons. It is hard to escape the idea that by making Christmas fall immediately after the Saturnalia, the Pope invited converts to still enjoy the fun and games of the ancient holiday and just call it Christmas. Also, Dec. 25 was the day of the sun god, Sol Invictus, associated with the emperor. By using that date, the church tied itself to the imperial system.

By the high Middle Ages, Christmas was a rowdy, bawdy time, often inside the church as well as outside it. In France, many parishes celebrated the Feast of the Ass, supposedly honoring the donkey that had brought Mary to Bethlehem. Donkeys were brought into the church and the mass ended with priests and parishioners alike making donkey noises. In the so-called Feast of Fools, the lower clergy would elect a "bishop of fools" to temporarily run the diocese and make fun of church ceremonial and discipline. With this sort of thing going on inside the church to celebrate the Nativity, one can easily imagine the drunken and sexual revelries going on outside it to celebrate what was in all but name the Saturnalia.

With the Reformation, Protestants tried to rid the church of practices unknown in its earliest days and get back to Christian roots. Most Protestant sects abolished priestly celibacy (and often the priesthood itself), the cult of the Virgin Mary, relics, confession and . . . Christmas.

In the English-speaking world, Christmas was abolished in Scotland in 1563 and in England after the Puritans took power in the 1640s. It returned with the Restoration in 1660, but the celebrations never regained their medieval and Elizabethan abandon.

There was still no Christmas in Puritan New England, where Dec. 25 was just another working day. In the South, where the Church of England predominated, Christmas was celebrated as in England. In the middle colonies, matters were mixed. In polyglot New York, the Dutch Reformed Church did not celebrate Christmas. The Anglicans and Catholics did.

It was New York and its early 19th century literary establishment that created the modern American form of the old Saturnalia. It was a much more family -- and especially child -- centered holiday than the community-wide celebrations of earlier times.

St. Nicolas is the patron saint of New York (the first church built in the city was named for him), and Washington Irving wrote in his "Diedrich Knickerbocker's History of New York" how Sinterklaes, soon anglicized to Santa Claus, rode through the sky in a horse and wagon and went down chimneys to deliver presents to children.

The writer George Pintard added the idea that only good children got presents, and a book dating to 1821 changed the horse and wagon to reindeer and sleigh. Clement Clarke Moore in 1823 made the number of reindeer eight and gave them their names. Moore's famous poem, "A Visit from St. Nicholas," is entirely secular. It is about "visions of sugar plums" with nary a wise man or a Christ child in sight. In 1828, the American Ambassador Joel Roberts Poinsett, brought the poinsettia back from Mexico. It became associated with Christmas because that's the time of year when it blooms.

In the 1840s, Dickens wrote "A Christmas Carol," which does not even mention the religious holiday (the word church appears in the story just twice, in passing, the word Nativity never). Prince Albert introduced the German custom of the Christmas tree to the English-speaking world.

In the 1860s, the great American cartoonist Thomas Nast set the modern image of Santa Claus as a jolly, bearded fat man in a fur-trimmed cap. (The color red became standard only in the 20th century, thanks to Coca-Cola ads showing Santa Claus that way.)

Merchants began to emphasize Christmas, decorating stores and pushing the idea of Christmas presents for reasons having nothing whatever to do with religion, except, perhaps, the worship of mammon.

With the increased mobility provided by railroads and increasing immigration from Europe, people who celebrated Christmas began settling near those who did not. It was not long before the children of the latter began putting pressure on their parents to celebrate Christmas as well. "The O'Reilly kids down the street are getting presents, why aren't we?!" is not an argument parents have much defense against.

By the middle of the 19th century, most Protestant churches were, once again, celebrating Christmas as a religious holiday. The reason, again, had more to do with marketing than theology: They were afraid of losing congregants to other Christmas-celebrating denominations.

In 1870, President Ulysses S. Grant signed into law a bill making the secular Christmas a civil holiday because its celebration had become universal in this country. It is now celebrated in countries all over the world, including many where Christians are few, such as Japan.

So for those worried about the First Amendment, there's a very easy way to distinguish between the two Christmases. If it isn't mentioned in the Gospels of Luke and Mark, then it is not part of the Christian holiday. Or we could just change the name of the secular holiday back to what it was 2000 years ago.

Merry Saturnalia, everyone!

Mr. Gordon is the author of "An Empire of Wealth: The Epic History of American Economic Power" (HarperCollins, 2004).

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Merry Belated Christmas to all!

Buon Natale a tutti!

Frohe Weihnachten alle zusammen!


I'm currently in Mirow, Germany (Michi's hometown) which is about an hour and 45 minutes north of Berlin.

Tomorrow I'll be 26, WOOT! (or not? eep!)

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Sometimes you just need a lil George Michael...




What, you don't listen to George Michael when you're feeling down too?? :|

Sunday, December 16, 2007

It's just one of those moments where we have to say...

...Only in Italy.

Film-maker Zeffirelli vows to help Pope with Image

ROME (Reuters) - Italian film and opera director Franco Zeffirelli is offering his services to Pope Benedict as an image consultant, saying the German pontiff comes across as cold and needs to review his wardrobe.

Zeffirelli, acclaimed for movies such as "Romeo and Juliet" and "Jesus of Nazareth," said in an interview with la Stampa daily on Saturday the 80-year-old pope did not have "a happy image."

"Coming after a media-savvy pope like John Paul II is a difficult task ... Benedict XVI still communicates coldly, in a way that is not suited with what is happening around him," Zeffirelli said.

"It's an issue I have been discussing with people who have key roles in the Vatican," said Zeffirelli, who has directed some Vatican television events.

"The Pope does not smile much, but he is an intellectual. He has a very rigid Bavarian structure," he said.

Zeffirelli, 84, added that papal robes were "too sumptuous and flashy." "What is needed is the simplicity and sobriety seen in the other echelons of the Church," he said.

Zeffirelli said he was in regular contact with the Pope's closest aides and had also made proposals to "defend the image of faith in cinema, the image of the sacred."

"The Holy See intends to pay a lot more attention to this," he said.

He said today's religious films were "a horror that the Holy See does not know how to stop. "I am a Christian down to the depths of my spirit. I can't stand by while this disaster unfolds. I am available to put myself at the service of the Church," he said.

"If they officially give me a supervisory role, I will do it full-time."

The Vatican was not immediately available for comment. [I mean, what would they possibly say?? "No, we do not believe that the Pope is flashy; however, we welcome the aid of Mr. Zeffirelli in helping the Holiness look more sophisticated and less serious in his holy robes."]

Reporting by Silvia Aloisi; Editing by Janet Lawrence

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Oh my god, an Italian just called the pope flashy.

I'm just not sure whether to laugh or cry or both. Sigh.

Friday, December 14, 2007

i <3 this language.

I have to say, I really love how colorful the Italian language is. (Going back to how language represents a culture, right?) I've definitely felt the sting of many an Italian mother's venomous tongue (thankfully not from my own mom though) and saying that it's colorful is an understatement.

People here definitely don't skimp on using creativity and candidness. Enjoy.


This warning is addressed to that son of an unknown mother (euphemism for bastard son which doesn't translate well in English) that comes to steal the plants from the vases. Watch out, because if I catch you I'll stuff your head in the vase and the plant roots in another place.


We've tired ourselves out-- we're selling all the merchandise and we're gonna go f^*# off!!!
Remo and Nella, with love.


All the women caught handling fruit will undergo the same treatment.


If you steal, God sees you and you'll go to hell...If I see you as well you'll get there by going through the hospital first.


I'm down the shore; therefore, stop my breaking my d#ck!

Perhaps another example Italy is getting old: Teachers still use medieval torture methods to threaten students. It's perfectly acceptable for the teacher to threaten (half-seriously, scarily enough) her/his students to get them to study, usually. Some examples I recall as of late:
"Se non studiate, vi faccio sanguinare dagli orecchi!!" = If you don't study, I'll make you bleed from the ears!!"
"Se non studiate, vi impicchio tutti quanti!!"= "If you don't study, I'll hang each and every one of you!!"
"Se non lo memorizzate, sicuramente vi faccio zoppicare all'indomani!!!" = "If you don't memorize it, I'll make sure you all limp tomorrow!!"
"Se non lo scrivete bene, vi rompo tutte le dita!!!" = "If you don't write it well (correctly), I'll break all your fingers!!"

I swear I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. It's pretty entertaining, at least, for me, but I personally haven't entertained any of these type of reprimands with my students. They love hearing me speak even just a few words of Italian-- which I obviously try not to do around them, seeing as I'm teaching them English-- so usually if a student is pissing me off, I'll cut from my lesson in English to a swift comment in Italian such as "You know, if you want to continue acting like a child I can suggest the elementary school across the way-- but I'm not quite sure they'll accept you, really" without missing a beat. It works pretty well to startle them and being a semi-native, the students love to hear a little harmless backlash in their own tongue.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Italy's Malaise...

Italy is old. Yes, I mean it's an old country, literally. But I also mean that it's old. As in, Italians aren't reproducing; there are old people all over the place, particularly in the government; the Italian mentality is also old. They're the slowest in Europe to adapt to pretty much anything high-tech (aside from the cell phone, which took them a long time to get used to as well...Italians trust very little.) For example, their internet packages still charge based on consumption. Let's not even talk about bitrates. The only thing they're capable of being up to speed with is their cars. Nail meets head with this NYTimes article on Italy's problems.

Some excerpts:

"Italy does not seem to rank as it once did for greatness. There is no new Fellini, Rossellini or Loren. Its cinema, television, art, literature and music are rarely considered on the cutting edge."

"Doubt clouds the family itself: 70 percent of Italians between 20 and 30 still live at home, condemning the young to an extended and underproductive adolescence. Many of the brightest, like the poorest a century ago, leave Italy."

"Two popular books that set off months of debate capture the distrust of large powers that cannot be controlled. One, “The Caste,” sold a million copies (in a nation where sales of 20,000 make a best seller) by exposing the sins of Italy’s political class and how it became privileged and unaccountable. Even the presidency, once above the fray, was not spared; the book put the office’s annual cost at $328 million, four times as much as Buckingham Palace."

“I understand the bad humor, the malaise,” said Gianfranco Fini, leader of National Alliance, the second-largest opposition party. “People are starting to get strongly angry because you have a government that doesn’t do anything.”

"Evidence of Italy’s age is everywhere. In parks, clutches of old ladies coo at a single toddler. On television, stars are craggy. (The median age for the presenters of this year’s Miss Italia contest was 70. The winner, Silvia Battisti, was 18.) In the political sphere, Mr. Prodi is 68, Mr. Berlusconi 71."

"Now it is essentially an exquisite corpse, trampled over by millions of tourists. If Italy does not shed its comforts for change, many say, a similar fate awaits it: blocked by past greatness, with aging tourists the questionable source of life, the Florida of Europe."

I wonder...perhaps things will only change when the old, fatcat politicians start dying off and the younger generation (the ones that travel and actually use the internet) will begin to take charge.

More stupid Italian shit...

Oh, hai, cud j00 dekreese teh dum plz? Kthxbai.



I can't wait to follow this up with another episode of "More Retarded Italian Work Hours." I just can't tell you folks how much guilty pleasure I get from making fun of the Italian work ethic. The real problem is that different shops have drastically different work hours. They even have "semi-holiday hours" as you can see above (of course, since they're all closed on "full holidays.") And oh, as for the note below the bank hours listed, there are also certain transactions which you can only do during the morning hours (like bill-paying.) So you have to schedule your day around the bank, whose hours are listed in that picture, the shoe-fixer guy, who is open from 9:30-12:15 and 15:30-19:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and 9:15-13:20 and 16:00-19:30 on Tuesday, Thursdays and Saturdays, and the pharmacies, some of which are closed on mondays, all of which are closed on Sundays and some of which have afternoon hours. And let's not even talk about government offices. And if you think you can get in by getting to the bank at 11:49am on a semi-holiday day and get your transaction done...alright then, good luck. (As I mentioned earlier, in northern Italy we get all the best of Italy with some German/Swiss/Austrian customs mixed in. Well, sometimes that combo doesn't mesh so, uh, well.) And then all the shops have summer/winter hours. Some shops have Sunday hours (such as Benetton, for example) and some of them have extended Saturday hours. Thanks for making my life so much easier.

So yea, let's take a moment to appreciate the diversity, beauty, and independence of Italian entrepreneurship.










Not.


*Gives all businesses in Legnano the birdie*

Sunday, December 9, 2007

O bei, o bei

That's the name of the famous market in the center of Milan that occurs in the beginning December. I started at Castello Sforzesco ('bout halfway into the market) and took a right turn. And walked for two whole hours..! On top of that, after about 1 hour into my walking tour of it all, the market actually ramified and continued in opposite directions. Crazy!

But the thing is, it's not a flea market as we Americans know this sort of thing to be-- this sort of "mercato" (market) is definitely not cheap. It's more of an artisan market (but that's not to say there's not total junk too, because there is plenty of it!) So after 2 hours and having just bought some black roasted olives (common in Sicily, not so common in northern Italy), I decided that was enough for me. Anyway, here are some photos from this all-out, complete assault on the senses. So many sights, sounds, and smells... the touch factor, of course, is also included gratuitously, since market-goers like to play bumper cars, just without the cars:










What the hell indeed.




Henna-decorated lamps.




Spices.


Gosh, they just make them so good you just can't tell if it's real or fake anymore!










Marzipan. *gag*


Chestnuts on a string.




I got yelled at for taking a pic of these. Hehe!





And just when I thought I had seen the markets of all markets....wait 'til you see what's coming in the next post! [south park] Jaaaaaaazusss Kwiiiissst!!!!! [/south park]

christkindlmärkte

Woot for Christmas Markets!!!

Ok, one thing that's awesome about northern Italy is that you get all the goods on what Italy has to offer (the food, the people, the art, the culture, the coffee, etc) but also some really cool traditions that are otherwise native to Germany, Switzerland, and Austria. Such as the Christkindlmarkt. So exciting! This park is right across the street from me, and on the other side of the park is the school I work at. So everyday I saw it grow/develop a little bit more, and now it's all set up and open! Yay, my first Christmas Market! ...yea, I know, I'm going to be the only person above the age of 18 on that rink, woot! In fact, this afternoon, a bunch of my students were ice skating while I was walking towards school and asked me to come skate with them. How cute!! (Unfortunately, I had to jet to do some very important errands!)

Here's what it looked like while getting set up:





Men at work.


Making ice.




Yes, the houses really are that small-- like little sheds.



All set and ready to go:






Got yelled at for taking this picture. Haha. Weirdos.






"How good hot chocolate is" (rough translation)
with or without whipped cream (or apparently, with a side of cotton candy.)









A cool lamp that made me think of my sister-in-law.


East meets West.


The teenee Olona River that cuts Legnano.




Lots of annoyingly cute Christmas stuff to buy...


And yummy stuff to stuff your face with...


This was just super cute.


Claw my eyes out, please: cute overload.



P.S. One of my students just told me that one of the Dolce & Gabbana guys is from Legnano. They have a manufacturing facility in the city. Just sayin'. Sure puts this town on the map now, dunnit?

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Legnano by night...

San Magno Church in the center:















Oh, by the way, remember that old pharmacy I was talking about with the skulls and antique medicine bottles? Here are some pics I snapped before getting kicked out (I guess they really are making poison back there!)