Joy Of Christmas Author : TANISSHKA A MISHRA

 Joy Of Christmas

Author : TANISSHKA A MISHRA

Hi guys , I am back
Today , I will tell you all a blog on Joy Of Christmas
Speaking of Christmas we all know that we celebrate Christmas as the anniversary of the birth of Jesus .
Every year Christians go to Church and pray to lord Jesus that the year ahead is great .
Now let's talk about the history of Christmas :-

The middle of winter has long been a time of celebration around the world. Centuries before the arrival of the man called Jesus, early Europeans celebrated light and birth in the darkest days of winter. Many peoples rejoiced during the winter solstice, when the worst of the winter was behind them and they could look forward to longer days and extended hours of sunlight.

In Scandinavia, the Norse celebrated Yule from December 21, the winter solstice, through January. In recognition of the return of the sun, fathers and sons would bring home large logs, which they would set on fire. The people would feast until the log burned out, which could take as many as 12 days. The Norse believed that each spark from the fire represented a new pig or calf that would be born during the coming year.
Now I will tell you some Christmas Facts

  • Each year, 30-35 million real Christmas trees are sold in the United States alone. There are about 21,000 Christmas tree growers in the United States, and trees usually grow for about 15 years before they are sold.
  • In the Middle Ages, Christmas celebrations were rowdy and raucous—a lot like today’sMardi Grasparties.

That's all For today
Byeeeeee
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