Unfortunately, the Christmas festivities remained corrupted by a plethora of Pagan practices. God the Almighty was betrayed by weak minded Anglican bishops, cowards who would not impose Holy law upon the masses. As time passed, Christmas became ever more depraved, even good Christian folk were corrupted by folklore and all of England knew the shame that follows false ceremony.
The day of judgement would surely come, in the meantime the reverend's modest Yorkshire church would stand betwixt the moor as a chapel of virtue. The dreaded Yuletide had arrived once again, only Reverend Challis had finally lost patience with compromise. He determined there would be no more blasphemous displays of holly and the like to satisfy his Pagan congregation. The Christmas time services would henceforth consist of readings from the bible, a sermon for spiritual guidance, and nothing else but prayer. …show more content…
He duly summoned his parishioners to an early morning service, one to commence before dawn, thereby usurping the Pagan's most precious, ancient ceremony. When the sun rose as always, every last soul would witness the event from inside the church. The superstitions of the solstice would be smashed, and then even the worthless Bishops might see fit to cease their