From The Archives -- Why Christmas Is Not On The Solstice
Yes, it's that time of year again, when the days go from getting shorter to getting longer once again. So, as always (well, almost always, some years we forget...) we're just going to run a very old seasonal column, just in case there's anyone out there who hasn't already read it.
Hope everyone's having a great holiday season so far, and that next year will be better than the last few. Our own holiday pledge drive has gotten off to a rather slow start this year, so we'd like to encourage everyone once again to donate what you can, to keep this site ad-free and up and running for all of 2022. A worthy goal indeed, right? Just click on the thermometer graphic up above or the "Donate" button to do what you can -- and thanks in advance!
In any case, hope everyone's having a wonderful Winter Solstice. Oh, one technical note on the text: I have corrected "Constantine's wife" to "Constantine's mother," because not checking my facts through sheer laziness has always been part of the fun of blogging. Mea culpa to Saint Helena, and all of that.
Originally Published December 24, 2007
When is Christmas? And why?
These are questions guaranteed to get you funny looks when you pop them, especially in a gathering of wassail-soaked relatives. But if you're tired of hearing the seemingly-eternal "this is what Uncle Fred did when he was twelve" stories, and you're leery of bringing up politics with your kin from Outer Podunk, then it's at least a conversation-starter that's somewhat neutral. Plus, you can reaffirm your nearest-and-dearests' image of you as a latte-sipping fruitcake who moved away from the glory of the heartland and now lives on (say it with an embarrassed whisper) the coast.

