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Chapter 2
Time slipped into one of those paradoxical paces where everything happens too suddenly while taking too long to get there. One day I was at work, finalizing the layout for the holiday paper, the next I was driving with Caleb out to where our Pagan Society was meeting for our winter Rite. In between I had the sense of preparing myself, not just for the trip to my parents’ house, but for everything. Evidently my preparations worked, because the backseat of our car was full of what we needed for our part in the ritual. Christians make a big deal out of Christmas, trying to “reclaim” it from secularization. What few realize is that, not only do the passages in the Bible suggest Jesus was born in spring, but the holiday they celebrate is based on traditions that outdate them by centuries, and
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