Those of you who follow Tuesady Tales have had a few glimpses at Foreverin my Heart, the book which begins with great lost and ends with new love. Well, the book is finished and available on Amazon or free to read in Kindle Unlimited.
All Callista Hayworth has ever wanted was to be loved. Callie’s heart was crushed six years ago when she walked in on her twin sister in the arms of her fiancé. She fled Timberton and cut all ties with the last member of her family. She’s rebuilt her life, but some things can never be fixed. When she learns of the tragic accident that has orphaned her infant nieces, she sets aside her anger and returns to the scene of her greatest heartache. What she doesn’t expect is her reaction to the twins’ uncle and his proposition. Michael Branscomb swore off women years ago, after the woman he loved left him for his best friend. A deathbed promise to his twin brother has to be honored. The last thing the confirmed bachelor wants or needs is a wife and children, but you don’t always get what you want. He’ll do almost anything for his twin, but can he marry a stranger? When he meets Callie, commonsense goes out the window, and he proposes a marriage of convenience, offering each of them an end to loneliness and a promise at the future they want. Will the spirit of Christmas convince Callie to give him a chance, especially when there’s a Grinch in the works determined to see the past repeat itself?
In a word, Yes. In 2021, December 21 will be the shortest day–or longest night–of the year if and only if you live in the Northern Hemisphere. At precisely 9:59 a.m. CST on December 21, the Winter Solsice will occur, ushering in Winter for the Northern Hemispher and Summer for the Southern Hemisphere. And, get this. It doesn’t matter where you live, the solstice happens for everyone at the same time.
So what exactly happens? According to NASA, Although the tilt of the Earth as compared to the plane of its orbit around the sun is more or less constant (23.5 degrees), at the December solstice, the Northern Hemisphere receives the most indirect sunlight, causing cooler temperatures. The Southern Hemisphere receives the most direct sunlight, causing warmer temperatures, so it is summer there. At the June solstice, this effect reverses and the Northern Hemisphere receives the most direct sunlight, causing warmer temperatures, and the Southern Hemisphere receives the most indirect sunlight, causing cooler temperatures.
In essense, every place north of the equator will see a shorter than 12 hour day, and everyplace south of the equater will have a longer than 12 hour day. According to the local weather channel, the sun rose here this morning at 7:39 EST, and will set at 4:22 p.m. EST. At noon, if you’re fortunate enough to have a sunny day, you’ll see the sun sitting lower on the horizon than usual, and your shadow will be the longest it’s been all year. Of course, if it’s cloudy where you are, as it is here, you won’t see anything. An interesting thing to note, that while this may be the shortest day, it isn’t the one with the earliest sunset. That happened between December 5th and 13th, when the sun set at 4:19 p.m. So why is today shorter? Because the sun rose later– a full 13 minutes!
Some of you living in the Northern Hemisphere may not realize that official Winter has two different stating dates. Meteorological Winter started on Dec. 1 and runs until the end of Ferburary, followed by Spring, March 1 to May 31, Summer, June 1 to August 31, and Fall ,September 1st to November 30th.
Over the years, we’ve been taught to date the seasons by the astronomical calendar, and the dates were always fixed: Winter, December 21st, Spring, March 21st, Summer, June 21st, and Fall, September 21st. The biggest problem with that was that because our calendar year doesn’t line up with the astrological year, we’re always just a little off. The solstice and equinox, as in Spring and Fall, have a date range, the earliest being the 19th of the month, the latest the 23rd. In terms of the Winter Solstice, you’ll have to be around in 2303 to see that one fall on the 23rd. The odds are not in your favor!
How you choose to spend your shortest or longest day depending on whether you are in the Northern or Southern Hemisphere is up to you. I still have a few things to do for Christmas so that will keep me busy. To those of you in the north, enjoy your day this year, remembering that the ancients celerbrated this day as the rebirth of the sun since from now on, the days are going to get longer! Have a great Winter Solstice Day! For those in the south, face it, from now on your days are going to get shorter! That’s just the way it is!
I would like to wish all those who follow the Tuesday Tales posts Season’s Greetings. Things may not be back to normal, but if we persevere maybe we can make the best of it. Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Our prompt word is RED. I’m continuing with Royal Flush, my contemporary romance.
“Pearl, Randy needs a refill on his coffee. Can you take care of it while I go you-know?” Blair asked as she hurried past me on her way to the washroom. At six-months pregnant, it seemed she spent more time in there than on the floor.
“Yeah, sure,” I called to her retreating back. I turned back to my customer. “I’ll be right back. He gets cranky if he has to wait too long.”
Kyle glanced over at the table.
“I suppose the sheriff only has so long,” he agreed, noting the man’s uniform.
“Randy’s a deputy, but yeah. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
“Jealous boyfriend?” He cocked an eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes and laughed. Even if I’d been looking for male companionship, good old Randy wasn’t my type. “Hardly. He’s got a wife and four kids, but he does take his job seriously. Don’t be surprised if he stops and gives you the third degree—that is unless he knows you.”
“He may. It’s been a while, but I doubt I’ve changed all that much. You’d better get over there.”
My cheeks burned. No doubt I was beet red. The problem with having a fair complexion was that I blushed easily. Dying my hair brown and wearing brown contact lenses might’ve changed my appearance some, but it hadn’t stopped the blushing. If anything, the deep chocolate made me seem paler, requiring a heavier application of makeup just to avoid all the comments about the state of my health.
“Morning, Randy,” I said, refilling his cup. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Nope, this is fine for now. Who’s the guy chatting you up at the counter? That leather jacket isn’t one I’ve seen around town.”
I smiled. When I’d shown up in town a couple of months ago, he’d grilled me. Thank goodness I’d made sure to cross every T and dot every I in the ID and background I’d brought with me. If anyone discovered who I really was, they would be on the phone to my father in no time. He would drag me back to California fast enough to give me whiplash. I might be an adult in the eyes of the law, but as sole heir to Ripcord Avionics, the largest producer of avionics in the country, I was expected to tow the line and do as I was told.
That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales
Have you ever heard someone described as quirky? What does it mean? Essentially, someone who’s quirky is unconventional with an unusual mix of qualities that are hard to define, but essntially end up being interesting or charming. The word can be used to describe anything that doesn’t quite fit with the norm and stands out on its own. The wirters of this new Author’s Billboard box set have put that idea to work in their latest boxset, an early winter/holiday present to you.
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Like many of the traditions that are part of Christmas, Christmas Stockings may also have a pagan origin. Do you remember my discussion on Sanata Claus? Well, Christmas stockings go hand in hand with it and the Norse/Germanic god, Odin. According to Phyllis Siefker, a Christmas historian, children left their straw-filled boots by the chimney–some might add carrots–for Odin’s flying horse, Sleipnir. Odin would thank the children for their thoughtfulness by replacing the food for his horse with small gifts and sweets.
While some of the pagan practices disapperared with the advent of Christianity, this one persevered especially in Germany, Belgium, and the Netherlands where boots were replaced by shoes. In Bari, Italy, according to the Grandmother cult, she was the one who filled the stockings. Eventually, Odin and the Grandmnother blended with the story of St. Nicholas and later Santa Claus.
The trouble with oral tradition and folklore is that there are few written records. According to the legend of St. Nicholas, the Greek bishop saved three sisters from slavery by secretly providing each of them with a bag of gold coins, their father being too proud, or would that be too stubborn? to accept charity. The legend has several variations. Some say the bags of gold fell from the chimney into the stockings the girls had left by the fireplace to dry; others claimed he tossed the bags into the cottage through an open window, while still more claim he gave them each a gold ball–variations on a theme. If you would like to know more about the saint. Check this out. https://www.stnicholascenter.org/who-is-st-nicholas
When people moved from boots to shoes and eventually stockings, they used their own, so big feet had more room for sweets and presents. As a child, my stocking always contained an orange, a treat back then when such fruit was rare. Then there were small toys, maybe a book since I loved to read, and of course candy canes, a rare treat as well. Eventually, knowing a good thing when they saw it, people began designing stockings specifically for this. Those stockings were and are still hung in some places on Saint Nicholas Day. In the early 1800s, they also came to be used on Christmas Eve when Father Christmas stepped into the picture.
Today, you can get stockings in a variety of shapes and sizes, but they are by no means the only place Santa leaves toys and gifts. Checking under the Christmas tree for the big stuff is always nice.
That’s it. My seven days of the pagan origins of Christmas are complete. I hope that however you celebrate at this time of the year, that you have a wonderful holiday season.
Like many of the traditions we’ve discussed so far, the Yule Log, which originally was an entire tree, not simply a branch or an large ivy wrapped log like below, originated in pagan celebrations, such as the Anglo Saxon fire ceremonies of the Winter Solstice and the Yule festivities of Scandanavian people. The Yule Log was brought into the home during the mid-winter festival, the large end set ablaze in the hearth. Our home is equipped with a woodburning fireplace, but while we do burn good-sized logs, I draw the line an an entire tree unless it’s been cut into suitable pieces.
A Traditional Yule Log with Ivy Bands. Picture Credit: Rosser1954. Wikimedia Commons. Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license.
Burning the Yule Log was popular not only in Scandanavia but in most of Northern Europe, including England, Scotland, Wales, and Ireland. The log served the dual purpose of celebrating the rebirth of the sun since the Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the year, usually December 21, had passed and to keep the fire burning while everyone overindulged in food and drink, feasting to excess. Since the log was so big, it lasted the entire period, meaning no one had to look after the fire while people celebrated. The Yuletime hangover was a real thing, heavily condemened by the early Christian church, but it wasn’t easy to stop people from enjoying themselves at the darkest time of the year.
As the Roman Empire grew, the Yule festivities merged with those of Saturnalia, the feast dedicated to the god Saturn, who was also the patron god of soldiers. Gradually Christianity replaced the old Roman religion, and in the fourth century when the Roman rulers created the Holy Roman Empire to spread catholicism, they dictated that December 25th would be the day they celebrated the birth of Christ. To make the new religion more palatable, they incorporated a number of pagan celebrations into the event– including the Persian festival honoring Mithra, the god of light and Saturn the god of agriculture. They even managed to place the Feast of Epiphany, the visit of the Magi on the twelth day of the pagan Yule celebration.
Throughout the Middle ages, people continued to use Yule Logs in various fashions. By the seventeenth century, celebrating the Twelve Days of Christmas, the period between the birth of Christ and the Magi’s arrival, and the Yule Log were very much an integral part of the Christmas celebration. Robert Herrick, a seventeenth century writer described the fanfare that surrounded the arrival of the yule log. In England, a group of young men would carry it into the house with ceremony and singing.
In parts of France, cutting down the tree to be used as the Yule Log was a family affair, with a small portion of the log burned each of the Twelve Nights. Whatever was left over from the log was taken out of the hearth after the last night and kept safe in the house until the next Christmas when it would be used as kindling for the new Yule Log. People believed the burned log would protect the house from lightning strikes and fire. In the Netherlands, the log was kept under the bed for good luck–not the safest practice I’m sure. The ashes were saved and come spring, they were scattered over the fields to protect the new plants and fertilize the soil.
None of this sounds very Christian. In truth, it wasn’t. Over the years, the practice of burning the Yule Log has changed. With the advent of different methods to heat the home, burning trees indoors wasn’t practical. Instead, the Yule Log became more ornamental. Instead of burning the log, candles are placed atop it and burned instead. The candles can be almost any color.
Photo Credit Jerry Callaghan/Shutterstock
Like in the past, the candlelight celebrates the return of the sun and the longers days leading to the arrival of spring.
Today, to many people, the Yule Log is better known as Bûche De Noël, Yule Log, in French and a dessert enjoyed by many at Christmas. IInterested in making one of your own? Here’s a step-by-step demonstration.
So there you have today’s pagan celebration incorporated into Christmas. Come back tomorrow for another Christmas Fact.
We’re all familiar with the concept of a jolly, white-bearded man in a red suit who flies through the skies on Christmas Eve delivering presents to all the good boys and girls around the world. No matter how you picture him, Santa Claus, aka Father Christmas or Saint Nicholas, is a familiar figure at Christmas time. This image, taken by me a couple of years ago shows a Victorian Santa.
But did you know that today’s Santa has pagan origins, too?
Photo: W.G. Collingwood / Wikimedia Commons Odin atop his eight-legged steed, Sleipnir. In pagan times the pair would ride at Yule, terrifying those who dared to be out but also bringing candy and toys to children. Clement C. Moore replaced Sleipnir with eight flying reindeer in his 18th-century poem, and the image stuck.
Much of the information in today’s post is credited to Judith Gabriel Vinje from Los Angeles who posted parts of this in an article for the Norwegian American in December 2014.
The belief in a beared man flying through the night sky most likely dates back to the Norse and Germanic mythology. The various people of Northern Europe celebrated a holiday called Yule, which took place midwinter around the winter solstice. In many ways, Santa may owe his very existance to the Norse god Odin, but he’s certainly changed over the years, changing not only his appearance but going from a powerful and terrifying Viking god to a fat, jolly good natured man.
The nextfew paragraphs are taken directly from the article.
Odin was chief among the Norse pagan deities. (We still remember him in the day of the week named for him, Wednesday, Woden’s Day.) He was spiritual, wise, and capricious. In centuries past, when the midwinter Yule celebration was in full swing, Odin was both a terrifying specter and an anxiously awaited gift-bringer, soaring through the skies on his flying eight-legged white horse, Sleipnir.
Back in the day of the Vikings, Yule was the time around the Winter Solstice on Dec. 21. Gods and ghosts went soaring above the rooftops on the Wild Ride, the dreaded Oskoreia. One of Odin’s many names was Jólnir (master of Yule). Astride Sleipnir, he led the flying Wild Hunt, accompanied by his sword-maiden Valkyries and a few other gods and assorted ghosts.
The motley gang would fly over the villages and countryside, terrifying any who happened to be out and about at night. But Odin would also deliver toys and candy. Children would fill their boots with straw for Sleipnir, and set them by the hearth. Odin would slip down chimneys and fire holes, leaving his gifts behind. Sound familiar?
With the advent of Christianity, participating in any pagan celebrations was forbidden. Yule was changed to a celebration of the birth of the Christ child and Odin gradually faded from the picture and the celebration.
The first person to take Odin’s place was St. Nicholas, a Greek bishop from the 4th century, usually dressed in a flowing red cloak. He became the patron saint of gift-giving in most parts of the world, but not in Scandinavia.
In many parts of Scandinavia, including Norway, neither St. Nicholas nor Santa Claus are the most common Christmas gift-giving icons. That honour belongs to julenisse, a creature found in Scandinavian folklore, a nisse, called a tomte in Sweden, is a gnome-like, short creature with a long white beard and a red hat. Nisse were a lot like the elves who helped the shoemakker in the fairy tale. During the year, they helped farmers with their chores, but on Christmas Eve they entered the houses through the front door and left gifts for the family. But Nisse were temperamental creatures, and if the family forgot to leave him bowl of porridge with butter in it on Christmas Eve — the spirit might turn against his friends and that could be a lot worse than a lump of coal in a stocking.
With the Reformation, Saint Nick and all the other sainbts were pushed aside in most places but not in the Netherlands. There he became Sinterklaas, a wise old man with a white beard, white dress, and red cloak who surprisingly rode thtough the skies on his magical eight-legged white horse, delivering gifts down the chimney to the well-behaved children on Dec. 6, also known as St. Nicholas Day. Do you see the mixing of pagan and Christian traditions here? He arrives with his helper Zwarte Piet who keeps track of all the good girls and boys.
Time passed and when the Europeans came to North America, they brought their traditions with them. While the Dutch brought Sinterklass, the English Father Christmas, the French brought Père Noël or Papa Noël who came down from the heavens and delivered toys and gifts. Before going to bed on Christmas Eve, children would fill their shoes with carrots and treats for Père Noël’s donkey, Gui, the French word for Mistletoe. Père Noël would accept the food and replace it with gifts small enough to fit inside the shoes. In some parts of France, notably Alsace and Lorraine, Belgium, Switzerland, and some areas in Eastern Europe, on December 6, Le Père Fouettard, a sinister figure clothed in black travels with St. Nicholas and spanks those boys and girls who’ve misbehaved throughout the year. I grew up in a French Canadian home with Père Noël although mine looked a lot like my English friends’ Santa Claus.
Today, much of the tradition we associate with Santa Claus comes from the poem, “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by Clement C. Moore. Odin and Sinterklaas’s eight-legged horse has morphed into eight flying reindeer–nine if you add Rudolph. The nisse have become elves who work at the North Pole making toys, and Santa eats milk and cookies, not buttered porridge.
Today’s image of Santa owes a lot to the Coca-Cola company advertizing. In 1931, they gave us the image of the jolly, old elf we are most familiar with.
For years now, I’ve collected various Santas. He changes from year to year and country to country, but in the end, he still brings joy and laughter, candy and gifts, to children everywhere.
So there you have it. Come back tomorrow to see what new fact I’ll have to share.
Another Christmas tradition rooted in paganism is the act of gift-giving. Think it started because of the gifts of the Magi? Think again.
The custom of giving gitfs at Christmas originated with Saturnalia, the Roman feast celebrating the god Saturn.
Unlike the mega shopping blitz of today, Saturnalia gifts were small and given for luck. It was also considered proper to give charity to those less fortunate, something that contiunues to be popular at this time of the year.
As Christianity grew in the Roman territories, the custom of gift-giving moved over to New Year’s Day. In the 4th century, the church made December 25th the official birthday for Jesus, and tied the tradition of giving gifts to those presented by the Magi–gold, frankincense, and myrrh. The song, We Thrre Kings clearly explains the symbolism of each gift.
They tied that Biblical incident to the legend of Saint Nicholas a fourth-century Christian bishop who was known for his generous gift-giving. Gradually, the practice of giving gifts became a part of Christmas celebrations.
Not every ruler interpreted the practice the same way, and some saw it as a time to gather tributes and tithes during that period. The story of Good King Wenceslas changed that thinking. Soon gift-giving to superiors was replaced by gifts to children. In some countries, gifts were exchanged on other days than Christmas itself. For some, gifts were given on December 6, St. Nicholas Day, while others were given on New Year’s Eve. The custom of gift giving at Christmas was given a boost by books such as A Visit From St. Nicholas and Dickens, A Christmas Carol. In fact some gave gifts on each of the Twelve Days of Christmas. Today’s custom of giving gifts got a real boost from the Coca-Cola company in the 1930s, but that’s tomorrow’s story.
While the beginning of giving gifts might have started small, today it is a billion dollar industry that can make or break a company. Now people try to outdo one another in a frenzy of mass consumerism and greed.
My favorite part of the Christmas season has always been listening to the festive music and singing along, whether it be in my car, in church, or just in the house while I do chores.
There are two kinds of Christmas songs: the religious ones like Silent Night, O Holy Night, Little Town of Bethlehem, Joy to the World, and many others, and the secular ones like White Christmas, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, Jingle Bells, and too many more to list.
This is one of my favorite songs.
But the tradition of singing Christmas carols is actually another one borrowed from paganism and incorporated into our modern Christmas traditions.
The idea of singing songs at this time of year goes back to pre-Christian era fertility rites where in those celebrations, villagers went through fields and orchards singing and shouting in an effort to rid the land of evil spirits that could prevent a good crop come spring. While the church tried to put a stop to all pagan celebrations, in the end they found it easier to simply switch the idea of celebrating the Winter Solstice to celebrating the birth of the promised Messiah.
The oldest known Christmas carol originated in France in the 4th century. Jesus Refulsit Omnium (Jesus, Light of All the Nations). Another from the same era came from Spain Corde natus ex Parentis (Of the Father’s Love Begotten). The Friendly Beasts a carol still sung today was written in France in the 12th century. The French continued to create Christmas music with Entre le bœuf et l’âne gris (Between the Ox and the Grey Donkey) from the 13th century. Another carol, this one from the 14th century, In dulci jublio (In sweet rejoicing)/ Good Christian Men, Rejoice) was rooted in Germany and is also still sung in churches. And did you know the original words to Adeste Fideles, (O Come, All Ye Faithful) were written in the 13th century? But the most popular version is from the mid-eighteenth century. Although they had carols, singing Christmas songs in churches wasn’t a thing until the 13th century when St. Francis thought it might be a good idea.
So, how did the practice of caroling gain popularity? Well, add a little booze, and anything even going door to door on a dark winter night has its appeal. The practice of Christmas caroling started another tradition, wassailing, when people went door to door singing and drinking to the health of their neighbors.
Wassail, pronounced WOSS-ul, is another name for hot mulled cider, a beverage that can trace its origins to the Old Norse word, ves heil which meant be healthy! During the middle ages the act of “wassailing” irequired serfs and peasants to visit their feudal lords and receive food and drink in exchange for a blessing.
That activity inspired various songs such as Here We Come A-Wassailing and We Wish You a Merry Christmas. So, from going to get a hot drink and figgy pudding, we have people going door to door to sing and entertain. If you’ve ever been caroling, you’ll know how much fun it can be.
And there you have it, another Christmas tradition born in the distant past. Drop by tomorrow for a look at another Christmas tradition.
Hello again. Today’s Christmas tradition owes its origin primarily to the Celts and Druids, although a number of other cultures had a hand in it, too.
Mistletoe was an important part of several pagan cultures. To some, the white berries symbolized male fertility because they thought the seeds resembled male ejaculate–gross right? The Ancient Greeks referred to mistletoe as “oak sperm” since oak trees, also sacred to Celts and Druids, were often home to the parasitic, poisonous plants.
According to Pliny, a Roman author, mistletoe played a significant role in Druidic beliefs, specifically as a key component in a ritual known as oak and mistletoe. The Druid priest climbed an oak tree and removed the sacred mistletoe growing there. Afterwards they used the mistletoe to create a drug whose purpose was two-fold. First, it cured infertility and then mitigateed the effects of its poison. According to evidence recovered from bodies found in bogs, the Celts did ingest mistletoe, possibly as some sort of medicine or as part of a ritualistic human sacrifice, surprisingly a practice banned by the Romans and replaced with the sacrificing of white bulls– good for people, not so good for the cattle. Acvording to the Aeneid, Aeneas consumed mistletoe berries to get to the underworld so that he could visit his father’s ghost and see the future.
Stepping across the North Sea, Norse Mythology also laid claim to mistletoe, pointing out that Loki, the trickster got the blind god Hodur to murder his own twin Balderby shooting him with an arrow made from mistle toe wood, the only wood that could kill him. In some versions of the story, mistletoe became a symbol of peace and friendship to atone with its part in the murder.
That aspect must’ve been what the Romans gleaned from their pagan neighbors because to them, mistletoe became a symbol of peace, love, and understanding. They hung it over their doorways as a way to protect the household.
So how does any of this make it part of our Christmas traditions? During the Middle Ages, long after Chritianity had taken root in Europe, mistletoe continued to be associated with fertility and vitality, as well as a means of protecting themselves from witches and demons. The easiest way to get this protection was to kiss under it. By the 18th century, kissing under the mistletoe was popular among the servants in England, possibly because they though themselves more vulnerable to demons.
The servants in Victorian England are credited with continuing the tradition of kissing under the mitletoe, even adding to it, claiming people were expected to kiss under it and find true love.The rule didctated that any man could kiss any woman standing underneath mistletoe, and if that woman refused the kiss, she would be earn herself some bad luck. One variation of the tradition stated that each time someone kissed, they had to remove one of the white berries from the sprig of mistletoe. Once all the berries were gone, so was the mistletoe’s magic.
Did you know that mistletoe is the floral emblem of Oklahoma? Every year, in Tenbury Wells, a town in Herefordshire, holds an annual mistletoe festival and chooses a Mistletoe Queen. Today, kissing under the mistletoe is ingrained in our Christmas tradtions and found in many of our Christmas songs. Enjoy a different take on one of those songs. Come back tomorrow to learn about another of our Christmas traditions.
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