How did we arrive at December 25 for the celebration of Xmas? What does it have to do with the solstice?
Long before the celebration Christmas, cultures across the world marked the darkest night of the year as a sacred turning point. The Winter Solstice symbolized the return of the light, the assurance that the sun would rise again, and the promise that darkness never has the final word.
In ancient Rome, Sol Invictus—meaning “the Unconquered Sun”—celebrated this cosmic truth on December 25. As Christianity emerged, early believers didn’t simply replace this imagery; they recognized a deep resonance. The birth of Christ came to symbolize the same reality written into the cosmos itself: hope rising out of darkness, light returning when it feels most absent.
As we stand at the solstice and near the end of another year, this message is an invitation to look back with gratitude, to honor what carried us through the darkness, and to trust that light—quiet, persistent, and undefeated—is still rising.
Quotes:
Sol Invictus embodied the eternal return of light… a deity whose very nature proclaimed that darkness and disorder could never finally triumph.”
— Mary Beard, John North, and Simon Price
“Christians saw in the sun’s return precisely the kind of cosmic sign that resonated with their belief in light overcoming darkness.”
— Andrew McGowan
“The imagery of the ‘unconquered sun’ became a natural metaphor for Christ as light— not a borrowing, but a recognition of the same truth about the world.”
— Thomas Talley
“The sun’s daily and annual ‘rebirths’ made it a powerful symbol of victory over darkness, of hope and renewal.”
— Dr. Steven Hijmans
“The birth of the sun at the solstice is the archetype of unconquered light—the world’s assurance that darkness is not final.”
— Joseph Campbell
“The sun is the most fitting symbol of the Self: radiant, indestructible, and triumphant over darkness.”
— Carl Jung
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
— Albert Camus
“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul...
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.”
— William Ernest Henley, Invictus
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