A CMAS StORY

        t ing, or any ot aforesaid, every person so offending so ty.

        Statute enacted by t of

        Massacts, May 1659, repealed 1681

        t before Cmas. Silent nig. tc. etc. etc.; let traditional anticipatory magias Eve, and t it.

        Fet it. Even if te moon above Boston Bay e all is calm, all is brigmas as suoer dream.

        (Dream, t unsorable state. t if they could.)

        At t time, for alking about a long time ago, about ter ures on ti    lay uer nor more pure tentions.

        to e more largely; to inscribe the name of God.

        And t omorro t her day.

        For t none are holidays.

        urned over; Old England is ty li    -- did t retly ual iy, ters ogetiastic a fashion.

        Noticularly radical about t, given tans basic premises. Anyone    see at a gla a Maypole, proudly erect upon trument. t of ation reel. No. test genius of tans lay in ty to sniff out a pagan survival in, say, tom of decorating a ive season; tuff of ws would be made!

        And taste fraven images! -- is less subtle t at tive season itself. It ivity of it t irked them.

        assuredly is a gross and ice, to ing, drunkenness, and lewd displays of mumming and masquerading.

        e    none of t filthis new place.

        No, thank you.

        As midnigtle in to tablisom of over sixteen ers able; time, tily refrained from idolatry and .

        Boston Bay, calm as milk, black as ink, smoot just t spins on its spindle and starts to us o w one could call, elsewg hour --

        I sahree ships e sailing in,

        Cmas Day, Cmas Day,

        I sahree ships e sailing in

        On Cmas Day in the m.

        t as g s smas past.

        And hree?

        Not, as in t;t;; t ory of t you mig be reading tion must obey tuality. (Some of t t s of mossy Yule logs bound toget o tes, t t represents    oter ripe fruit on ter in memory of t nobody in Neree Carol, t tells o pick eful and told o ask to    t, tree bo.

        ging to t of tree letoe, sacred siime,    o perform solstitial rites of memorable beastliness at megalites all over Europe.

        Yet more mistletoe dangled from t invitation to the free exge of precious bodily fluids.

        And    buncs of red ribbon?    is a wassail bob.

        t you did    to took out a jar of o give trees tmas drink. All over Somerset, all over Dorset, everyry of Old England, time out of mind, trees at Cmas, get them.

        You pour tree trunks, let it run doo ts. You fire off guns, you c. You sereure apple crop a years burgeoning, you "; toast ty in last years juices.

        But not in t and greenery ed from to tion officials at t of t of entry for memory, sensed traband in t;Permission to land refused!"

        t explosion of green leaves, red berries, , red seeds from bursting pomegranates, of spattering ctering flo to ttered uous flesree spirits aility goddesses rived to cmas.

        t ained were gone.

        But to belc amids t abstemious dreamer     in takable s neared s could be seen t tself    just out of tening ter, gilded h egg yolk.

        Not a s all, in fact, but a Cmas pie!

        But no self up to let tumbling out into ter a smoking cargo of barons of beef gleaming s and roast geese dripping    fat. And ted apple in its moutucked bes ears. Above,    of mustard, h wings.

        ting pie came ants of to salivate in their sleep.

        But t burnt s and pagan sacrifice of pig, bird and cattle could never be doned. In unison, to turern backs.

        tard pot ser, it dove doo ttom of tmeats t dissipated itself gradually, like sea    too mucoo iible, aed it, so t to sink.

        t not only of gluttony but also of dyspepsia, sigh relief.

        No.

        t tion an especial eeriness.

        t so t crete kind, ts and spars ions    ley creypes aboard, ail of to see them.

        Reeling to and fro on tumbling and dang, mas da ated so, every one of tural. t-a-tat-tat on tly jingling ttle bells on tous revellers used to ive season back     t;merry" into Merry England!

        And no on f ts to celebrate Cmas o or no.

        t t Gee, ed silver, urkis, a cableclotied round urban, feng o every Cmas in try, going from o    ed far more deeply in antiquity t claimed to celebrate.

        t of t Gee and turkis figil Saint Gee knocks turkis door, o life again -- a sion. (Or else a ritual of revivification, depending on ones degree of fait.)

        ter of ting revels mas, to itco ts, ly fell doo be cer a glimpse of tocks. op    sported paper roses. ed bladder tered true antique, as old as tival t existed at mider before Cmas    of. Older.

        s live, all year round, in terror. Fatmas is ard son, w being obse enough.

        ted ter Solstice, turns. t Saturnalia a for tion, urvy and almost everyt occurred s at time of t s today.

        Yet from tom festival on thing is fiven.

        A merry Cmas is at nightmare.

        If a little merriment imparts itself to t experie as pleasure. tables, and tered beasts; t tolerate,    of unreason t used to mark, over ted season of ts are lo run and you t    never e back again.

        t cry: Avaunt t thee hence!

        tous sime. And taking its Dionysiac cre.

        But, just as    to be engulfed, t mas pudding t still floated omas pudding, sprigged uffed s, raisins, almonds, figs, pressed all tmas traband into one fearful sphere.

        tohe shore.

        too,    dolantic gulped , t .

        Except,    m, before datle g t relutly into tao t toes and, iigating furto t glee, eaess, plump as if it    came from    rating Cmas pudding.
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