Ghosts of Midwinter

(Dawn Isbell Wilson)

When I set out to write “Ghosts of Midwinter”, my plan was to begin with a verse that spoke of the fun Victorian tradition of telling scary stories on Christmas Eve. This tradition is far older than the Victorians, but it was going to be my starting point, and my song was going to morph into a ghost story. That was the plan, anyway. But as I read a bit more, I decided to go back to the Pagan celebrations, the building of Stonehenge, then how the Romans embraced Christianity (starting with the upper classes). In spite of all efforts, and even though many “lower class” Romans became Christian, the Winter Solstice traditions could not be squashed. By the end, I had a song that whispers both history and mythology. But most of all, the very nature of the human spirit. I hope once again that everyone, however, you celebrate the season (with or without gods), finds ways to come together in peace and in love.

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Verse Before a male god was feared And the goddess was revered Pagans danced on winter’s night To celebrate return of light Stonehenge raised in ages old No words written but stories told Chorus (Pagans) We are the ones who keep the song We’ve kept the light alive this long Our statues are a mystery Our stories lost to history Verse The Roman aristocracy Pumped up on Christianity Found the Solstice celebration Far too Pagan for their station No matter what they tried to do Mid-winter rites kept shining through Chorus (Christians) We are the ones who keep the song We’ve kept the light alive this long Our taste and culture were defined Our celebrations more refined Verse And so a scheme to stop the mirth To claim the Solstice for his birth They still sang their songs of joy But to the sun and not the boy Until at last the Pagan glory Traded for the manger story Chorus (Pagans) We are the ones who keep the song We’ve kept the light alive this long Our celebrations some still stand In dark of Winter in many lands Verse XXXX XXXXXXXX XX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX XXX XXX XXX XXXXXX XX XXXXXX XX XXXX XXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXX XXXXX XX XXX XXX XXXXXXXXXXX XXX XX XXX XXX XX XXXXX XXX XXX XXX XXXXXXXXXX XXX XXXX XXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XXXXXXX XXX XXXXXXXXXXX XXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XX XXXX XXXXXXXX XXXXXX XXXX XXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXXXXX XXX XXXX XXXX XXXXXXX XXXXX XX XXXX XXXX XXXXXXXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXXXXX XX XXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX XXX XXXX XXX XXXXXX XXXX XXX XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX XXXX XX XXXX

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