To the Puritans of the 17th century, Christmas was terrible thing. Christmas was the time to celebrate the birth of Jesus by praying, being humble, and working hard, all with a spirit of self denial. In the mid 17th century Christmas was banned in Britain by Oliver Cromwell’s Parliament. In America the Puritans wanted something similar. The Rev. Increase Mather (pictured above), father of Cotton Mather, spearheaded the movement to ban Christmas with this denouncement,
“it is consumed in Compotations, in Interludes, in playing at Cards, in Revellings, in excess of Wine, in Mad Mirth.”
In 1659 the City of Boston banned Christmas, the law stating,
“It is therefore ordered by this court and the authority thereof that whosoever shall be found observing any such day as Christmas or the like, either by forbearing of labor, feasting, or any other way, upon any such account as aforesaid, every such person so offending shall pay for every such offence five shilling as a fine to the county.”
Boston’s ban on Christmas lasted 22 years. In 1681 a royal governor named Sir Edmond Andros took control of governance of the colony and rolled back many Puritan laws, including Boston’s ban on Christmas. However, Christmas was still de facto illegal by many other laws. Civil servants could be removed from their posts, public school students could be expelled for skipping Christmas Day. Celebrating Christmas was also highly looked down upon by Bostonians. When Gov. Andros attended Christmas celebrations in 1686, he had to be guarded by a regiment of soldiers to fend off a mob of angry Puritans. Christmas celebrations didn’t come back into fashion in Boston until after the American Civil War.
Hi @usukdorkfanfics, I’m your secret santa !! admittedly, i was already kinda nervous to write something for you because I really like your fics! I was also a little worried with just the prompt of “human au”, but I ended up running away with it and got lost lmao ouo;; I hope your Christmas celebrations are going well and you enjoy! C: Merry Christmas!!
Title: Home for the Holidays
Summary: Alfred waits tables and sings on the sidewalks of New York City in his struggle to survive in the heart of such an active town. When he meets Arthur, a well-off lawyer with a bad taste in coffee and a love for restaurant pies, he doesn’t expect to have his most challenging Christmas wish granted, and the potential of something more.
busk - verb
1. play music or otherwise perform for voluntary donations in the street or in subways.
“the boy made extra money by busking on the streets of New York”
Walk-in closets in the room, indoor swimming pool, yoga, horseback riding, afternoon tea, carriage rides, the artist colony, the Christmas shop, casino, infinity pool, the amazing breakfast buffet, the beautiful grounds, the spa, having four whole days with old friends …
Today is Christmas Eve. This is the feast that I like to celebrate best. It reminds me of the many happy days not only of my childhood but also of history. Whether Christ was born or not exactly on this day, I don’t know; but chronological accuracy has nothing to do with tonight’s event. A grand genius had been born who preached truth and love, who suffered because of his mission, but on account of his sufferings, the world has become better, if not saved. Only it gives me nausea to see how some persons abuse his name to commit numerous crimes. If he is in heaven, he will surely protest! Consequently, Merry Christmas! Let us celebrate the anniversary of the birth of a Divine Man!
Excerpt from the letter of Jose Rizal to Ferdinand Blumentritt, dated December 25, 1888.
I think I just saw my first “Christians stole Christmas” post of the season.
I guess, just to put it out there, we didn’t.
We may have taken some elements of indigenous European religious traditions (i.e., the Christmas tree) and Christianized them, with the resulting Christianized version entering the mainstream.
However, these aspects of Christmas are not necessary parts of the holiday. Christians celebrated Christmas well enough before contact with most European religions, and in many parts of the world, we have managed to do so after.
(Not every culture’s Christmas celebrations include a tree and whatnot. Those celebrations are still valid.)
What’s that? You said you wanted period Christmas music? Inspiration for that holiday themed drabble you’re going to write for your TURN Secret Santa?
Behold, I bring you tidings of great joy – a small gathering of Christmas albums for TURN fans looking for some 18th century flair for their holiday musical selections. (Links lead to entire albums on YouTube.) There’s some old favorites in here, as well as a few songs that you’ve probably never heard before. Regardless, they’re all really good.
It was only a couple of weeks before Arthur was called home to finish planning the Royal tour. When the day of parting came, Alfred slept straight through it.
Left on his own, Alfred went back to the same old habits. He woke at dawn and worked the fields, by noon he was in cooking, and by evening he was wrapped up in studies by the fire. Rinse and repeat. It was the same beat he had gone by since he was but a child.
In the years that followed, Alfred didn’t talk much with his brother. He got letters every now and then, asking how he was and what was happening around the colonies. If it was Christmas or an especially difficult year in crops, there’d be a few pounds cramped in with the letter. Most of it was placed away for a rainy day.
The most recent of Arthur’s letters wasn’t a checkup, it was a warning. Alfred had received it only a week ago and it warned that Arthur planned to visit soon. With winter fast approaching, Alfred scrambled to get everything prepped. It was hard, winter made him feel the worst out of any season. Still, he prevailed and managed to get the house in order for Arthur’s arrival. So, he waits.
Sitting at the nearest watering hole to the docks, a warm cider keeps his hands toasty as he waits for Arthur to arrive. They always met here when Arthur arrived, it kept one or the other from getting swept away with the crowds at the dock.