A story about the absorption of Saturnalia into western winter traditions and practices.
acoustic
song
christmas
oliver cromwell
Story behind the song
They needed a song for a Christmas song competition. I wrote this.
Lyrics
Oliver Cromwell banned it you know
Around the same time New England did too
Is it Christmas feast
Or supping with the beast
Pagan religions, or properly spoke
All of the others except for the Pope's
Had plenty to cheer
at this time of the year
Eventually somebody said to the king
There are pagans out there who are still having fun
Our people are miserable here is my plan
Let's borrow their festivals, call them our own
The king he agreed and said let's pick a date
But what shall we tell them that we celebrate
At this time of the year
It's not really clear
The birth of our Lord said the man of the cloth
The date's never mentioned in our holy book
So let us pretend and tell them it's so
And Latin's our friend, so they'll never know
After the solstice, the shortest of days
the symbol of birth is what we will praise
for the start of the year
will soon be here
The fact it's a fake is something we'll hide
With feasting and gifts they won't know that we lied
about how it began and the truth it will pale
The anagram man is just a twist in the tale