When we think of the things we take for granted at
Christmas, most of them turn out to be Victorian developments, not Regency.
The Christmas tree, elaborate presents, the Christmas
pudding, Christmas cake, even the very special time of year, they were all invented
or developed by the Victorians to help in their resurrection of family values.
When William IV died in 1837, the monarchy was at a low ebb.
William was the last of the “wicked uncles” and his death draws a line under
the era of debauchery and frivolity, and the feverish atmosphere of war that
marked the early nineteenth century, particularly the Regency era.
Christmas was just one of many celebrations. The big one as
far as the Church was concerned, was Easter, when Jesus was crucified and rose
from the dead. Christmas was fairly arbitrary in any case, chosen by the early
Catholic church to conveniently cover the period when the pagans went nuts at
the winter solstice.
The remnants of the solstice are still there. After all,
what does the Christmas tree have to do with the Christian story? Precious little.
Then there’s the Christingle orange, one that does have religious significance,
but has been dragged kicking and screaming into the church.
Our Christmas is a cunning mix of religion and happy party
times. It is supposed to bring families together, but in the Regency era, it
was a much quieter celebration, marked by churchgoing.
It overlaps with the Twelve Days, the Roman Saturnalia, when
everything was turned upside down, when masters became servants and vice versa.
Many of our Regency ancestors did celebrate that one. A party
where the masters served the servants and the servants gave the orders, often
held at Twelfth Night. But any servant who wanted to keep his or her place
would take care not to make the party too realistic! I can see it being
embarrassing for some. Maybe the maid didn’t want to order her mistress to
fetch her some figgy cake!
Saturnalia originally had a religious theme. The Romans
liked that one, and they held it between the 17th and 23rd
December. It was supposed to recreate and celebrate the golden age of the gods,
when everything was perfect.
It would appeal to the flip side of the Regency zeitgeist—order
overturned, the unthinkable happening. The kind of society that produced the
Hellfire Club would celebrate it with relish.
It died out in the more staid Victorian era, when Christmas
completed its transition from a wild, half-pagan celebration, to a religious celebration
of family.
Which do you prefer?
2014 was an excellent year for new writing - for the first time in three years I was back to my original output of 4/5 books a year. I continued to sell all my books for Large Print and this means they will eventually appear in the library. However my writing career took off when Amazon introduced KU - and I was a Star Author for two months running. I also got a two page spread in the local paper and the photo was flattering -although the one of my cat was even better. Christmas at Hartford Hall was No 1 on the Regency list for three weeks. The year is ending more on a whimper than a bang - but then - who has time to read in December?
