The Daily: 1 January 2025

New Year’s Day is misplaced. This date has no real significance. It is tied to nothing in the solar year nor in the cultural year. It is historically wrong. When the Romans created these two new months in their calendar, January and February, and set their state calendars to begin on 1 January, that date for them fell a bit later in the solar year than it does now. When January was created, the 1st of the month was further separated from the solstice, about where Plough Monday usually falls now. So the solstice was definitely over when they rang in the new fiscal year. It felt like a good time to get back to business. But for us, we haven’t even seen the last of the latest sunrises yet. This isn’t a beginning of anything for us, though even for the Romans it wasn’t the beginning of much.

January 1st was a new year, but it wasn’t the New Year for most Romans. That came later, at around the vernal equinox, when life was springing forth again. What started on 1 January was their consular year, the official state calendar round of taxing and officiating and bookkeeping. As you can imagine, not many people celebrated that. So if their bookkeeping calendar drifted, closing the distance between the solstice and that artificial 1 January, nobody much cared. Some might have grumbled that they had to attend to the books during the solstice period, but most people didn’t have anything to do with book business. Working during the midwinter break was a burden for the patrician class that, I suspect, the working class (the slaves) thought was reasonable payback for being rich folks.

You have to remember that most people did not (and still do not) have calendars. They kept time by the sun and the moon and the seasons. There is nothing remarkable in the natural world on 1 January, and there probably never has been. There are no standing stones set to mark the date, which you might expect to find if this was an ancient day of new beginnings to the annual round. Look around today. There is no change in weather or animal activity. There is no change in day length or plant life. It’s not even a subtle inflection point like the cross-quarter days. And it has nothing to do with agriculture. It’s divorced from all biophysical reality. It’s just the day that Roman accountants and administrators went back about the business of annoying everybody else.

So why do we have any traditions associated with this day? Well, that’s complicated.

And it starts with Saturnalia. Many of our traditions can be traced to this Roman celebration of the solstice, the ending of the encroaching darkness and the beginning of the growing light. We still have Saturn, the old agricultural deity who represented all that was old and creaky and in need of updating, presiding over this day with a scythe, along with the infant in the top hat who comes to throw the old man out. The Romans also gave gifts during Saturnalia, often lavishly so. There was feasting and revelry, also lavish, even for the slaves. Perhaps especially for the slaves, because this was the time of year when order was turned on its head. Slaves became masters, masters served their servants. Masters gave gifts to the people who provided for their most intimate needs the rest of the year. Masters allowed the slaves to eat as much as they could from the winter larder. (That this helped clean out the grain silos in preparation for the early spring harvest had nothing to do with their generous impulses, I’m sure.) Saturnalia was the carnival release that all hierarchical human societies need to wash away the inevitable resentment against hierarchy.

Christmas absorbed much of Saturnalia right down to the “birth of the light”. This was intentional. There would have been no conversion of the slave class to the new religion if they were not allowed to keep their traditions, no matter what the state demanded. As a ruler, you can kill some trouble-makers to make your point, but you can’t kill or even harm most people — because those people feed you and your entire state apparatus. So it’s better to appease than to punish. The Nativity is appeasement from a state that desired modernization. In fact, much of the Church calendar is appeasement… it’s the older popular traditions carrying on with new names.

But while Saturnalia is a new year, it too is not the New Year. The vernal equinox, or the beginning of the month containing the vernal equinox — which is another time of revelry and disorder — is the New Year, because springtime disorder and revelry recognizes the start of a new season of growth, the beginning of the year of food production (because everything is about food). Midwinter is just too indistinct and dark to feel like a beginning. It may be an ending — Saturnalia began as a harvest festival, hence Saturn and his scythe — but even that is a rather fine point. The popular beginning of the year was and is celebrated later with the beginnings of new growth. This is true for the entire world, not just those parts influenced by the Roman Empire.

You see, imposing a calendar usually has very little impact on popular traditions because popular traditions are tied to reality and don’t work elsewhere in time or place. Except in our culture… With our cult of special humanity (and especially special humans perched at the top of that pile), we have become progressively disconnected from nature and its sensical ways. We don’t know how time works anymore because we can’t feel it. Our traditions need to be explained to us. We don’t naturally know how to fit ourselves into the flow of time. So with the lost meaning and disengagement, there has been drift, not a little of it purely opportunistic. For example, a new year became the New Year because there is less disruption to labor and the resulting profits if you get all that carnival out of the peasantry all at once. Thus the New Year was wrenched away from the spring — where it makes sense — and dumped into Christmas née Saturnalia — where it doesn’t.

Meanwhile, the fiscal new year carried on in the background as it always had. Books were reset on 1 January, but not much else besides books showed any signs of renewal. Again, nobody had calendars. Only those few with books could even say when 1 January fell. But as this culture became estranged from other ways of telling time and became more deeply bound to all our synthetic intellectual creations — including calendars — the artificial state business calendar became the measure of the solar year. January 1st became by default the New Year, regardless of traditions or reality.

In the late Middle Ages — the early days of the modern drift away from reality — it was so confusing that even much of officialdom reverted to beginning the fiscal new year in March. By Reformation times, the manipulation of the calendar had become so ludicrous that even the books were messed up. For example, January 1550 in Anglo territories happened in 1551 for Continental business calendars. Most of this was just stupid chest beating amongst the elite, but the elite increasingly set and enforced the calendar. So their power plays affected everything else. Most especially time. Because time was labor was money… for them, anyway…

In the 18th century, EuroWestern cultures had become homogenized enough to agree to start the year on 1 January. At the same time there were so many disruptions and upheavals to daily life that there were no traditions left. Most people didn’t have the time, the resources, or the energy to celebrate anything. Nor could they remember why it was traditional to celebrate. The Enlightenment had quite a chilling effect on the warmth and brightness of carnival. As a result, for the last several centuries, holidays have been the dominion of the wealthy — who really don’t need a holiday…

In any case, we have one more chapter to add to the story. It began in the Reformation, particularly in the staunchly anti-Catholic territories. The most ardent Reformers threw out all the echoes of paganism. This meant that nearly all Church holidays were erased, Christmas and New Year’s Day included. Christmas was illegal in the British territories because the celebration was considered immoral and disruptive — meaning it interfered with profit making. Massachusetts reluctantly repealed the last ban in 1681, but Midwinter was not widely celebrated in Anglo lands until the 19th century (thank you, Charles Dickens…).

The twist to this tale is that the most uptight Calvinists and later, the most vehemently secular communists, those who do not know the meaning of “holiday”, have delivered Saturnalia to the present almost completely intact — drunks and fireworks and gifting and feasting all inclusive. The only change is that it all is compacted into one day, 1 January, the New Year.

Scots and Slavs would not give up carnival for the sake of their cold gods and the colder elites who served those gods. In Scotland, Saturnalia is called Hogmanay and is indistinguishable from the ancient midwinter revelries, except as latitude dictates. There is less fresh fruit and more roasted meat, less running naked through the streets and more fire. But there is just as much alcohol and mayhem. In Soviet Russia, the atheist communists tossed out the Orthodox calendar, so the serfs — now called “workers” — grabbed ahold of what was left to them, New Year’s Day, and put all the carnival they could into that one day of being people, not laborers for others. They even kept Saturn as master of the revelries — transformed to St Nicholas under Orthodoxy and then Grandfather Frost under communism.

Today, in those many places influenced by Calvinism and communism, children receive gifts. Nothing as exorbitant as Capitalism Christmas, but everything in the world to them. Families gather for feasting, which usually includes sweet treats to draw sweet fortune in the coming year. There are games and music and dancing. People go house to house with New Year’s greetings and blessings. And more gifts. Mostly alcoholic. Most importantly, no work is done.

There, in those places with traditions, 1 January is a real holiday, however divorced from biophysical reality. It is a time outside of normal time, a sacred day set apart from mundane work days. Here… well, the pencil pushers get a day off. And there isn’t much agricultural work done on New Year’s Day — not even where the weather is milder. (There just isn’t much to do after the solstices.) But very few other people get a holiday, a day apart from their regular working lives today. Much of the retail world seems to double down on sales and promotions for New Year’s Day, making many people work overtime today.

But we’re also not allowed to cut out the excess, because that would cut into profits. We just have to do it all in the middle of the night. And be ready to work a double shift in the morning.

This is what happens when time is cut apart from reality and tradition. Displaced holidays make no sense. They become meaningless obligations. And make no mistake, you are obliged to celebrate. Elites are counting on your excess and will be most put out if you choose a more rational path. In fact, the elite class would implode if you stopped participating in its artificial calendar.

But what if you chose to celebrate carnival as it was intended in all its lavish disorder? I’m pretty sure that would be the worst thing for elites. First, there’s the work stoppage. Nobody worked on real holidays. Can you even imagine a day like that now? On our holidays, false holidays, the elites don’t work, but everybody else works harder. But then, on the other hand, all that excess didn’t involve much expenditure in Roman times, nor does it in gifting cultures today. In grounded and traditional cultures, you don’t go out and buy feasts and gifts. You make them or take them out of your own wealth. And for the most part, the wealthy are on the giving end; the workers receive. So there was no profit in Saturnalia, nor in the New Year, nor in any of the many carnival holidays honored throughout the year. That is what makes them holy, after all. Profit is sacrificed for the sake of the day.

Just imagine if we claimed our holy days… I know I keep saying that, but really, if we were to take back our time, we would topple this culture. And, of course, as a happy externality, we would get back our time. Our traditions and ways of being. Our lives.

But those who are working today can’t make these changes. Nor are they reading this blog, I suspect. That’s on you who have the privilege to already control your own time, at least to the extent that you have today free. You have to be the change. They can’t. Also, they are not driving this economy that takes their holidays away; that’s also on you. So how do you make a difference for those who are working today? Do not support the businesses and industries that are taking holidays from people. Do not go shopping or shop online today. Do not go out for dinner or order carry-out. Do not go to the movies or sporting events. Do not even watch television. Every thing you do on this day is forcing somebody else to work. Everything you do is stealing someone’s holiday.

But, you protest, today is just one day. How does that change anything?

First of all, any change begins with one decision made by one person. Change is the cumulative effect of each of us doing something different, one thing at a time. Social change is an emergent property of individual choice. But no, boycotting capitalism on New Year’s Day is not going to make permanent change. Though that does not make it ineffective, it just means that it is not enough. To be enough, you start with one day, today, and then you add another and another and another until you are no longer boycotting, you are simply no longer part of the system. And the path is mostly the same each day. Do not shop online or at large chain stores. Don’t eat food shipped from elsewhere. Find local ways to entertain yourself, including local theatre, music performance, high school sports — or go do something yourself instead of passively watching. And as to watching television… Is there anything less enjoyable than staring at a screen?

In this culture we have a tradition of setting goals for the upcoming year, the New Year’s Resolution. Mostly these are about our selves — losing weight, finding love, getting a better job. But what if you made a resolution to make a holiday for everyone in your community? What if you refused to support the people and businesses that insist on taking away our holy time? What if you shared your privilege enough this year that by the time Saturn rolls around with his scythe again, everyone around you could celebrate? What if every one of you reading this today would resolve to make a holiday for someone who is working today?

That is how we will make the changes that will enable us to survive the chaos. Not by marching in the street, not by buying electric cars and solar panels, certainly not by electing new leadership. We will make this change by doing nothing, spending nothing. We will make this change by taking back holidays and making sure that every body on this planet gets to celebrate their new year when and how that seems fitting — not through global activism, but through each of you acting within, building up, and supporting your own community. Making one choice at a time over and over and over again all year long. To take back time. To take back our lives. And very soon, without us spending and laboring, this system will melt away — while we’re too busy celebrating to notice.

And then this would be the happy new year!

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©Elizabeth Anker 2025