In the 17th Century, the Christmas Mince Pies (yes, more meat...) were famous for having a little baby Jesus on the crust, which sounds rather nice, but was a horrifying act of blasphemous cannibalism in the eyes of Oliver Cromwell. It should be said, Olly was not a miserabilist most of the time, but he did feel Christmas was meant to be a period of holy reverence. Accordingly, he did away with it all, and even ordered the confiscation of Christmas dinners from people's tables. Strangely, attending church was also prohibited on Jesus' birthday, which seems a bit weird, even by his standards.
My grandfather Jock Hume was a violinist in the Titanic's band, playing until the ship went down. He was 21. At 2:20 am, the last lifeboats long since gone, he joined 1,500 men, women and children in the sea, using his violin case for extra buoyancy. Half an hour later they were all dead from hypothermia.