It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind. It was the Yuletide, and I had come at last to the ancient sea town where my people had dwelt and kept festival in the elder time when festival was forbidden; where also they had commanded their sons ( Read more... )

As much as claim atheism, anti-clericalsim and anti-commercialism, I'm oddly sentimental about Christmas. Granted, I've been griping about it all month, but now that it is here, I want it to be good ( Read more... )

Nothing says Christmas like preserved human remains.

For three years in a row, when my brother, usually with my sister-in-law in tow, visited for the Christmas, we would go see that year's installment in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Aragorn, Frodo and Gollum became part of the Christmas tradition for us ( Read more... )

My article on Canadian content was just posted on the Tyee. Personally, I'm in favor of supporting Canadian artists and other media types (being one myself), but I don't like the idea of imposing restrictions on what companies broadcast and what people see with CanCon regulations, especially if it means Nickelback and Nelly Furtado every hour on ( Read more... )