The SantaBlog Series, Day 21. (There Is More Than One Way to Do Christmas)

THE SANTABLOG SERIES

DAY 21

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This one feels fitting for a world that doesn’t all celebrate the same way… but still arrives at the same moment.}

(A small note before we start. This one involved a lot of reading and learning as I went. Everything here is based on research and publicly available sources, but cultures are lived things, not bullet points. If I’ve misunderstood or missed something, it’s never intentional, and I’m always open to being corrected and learning more.)

The Story Starts Everywhere

One of the easiest mistakes to make about Christmas is to assume it belongs to one place, one culture, one way of doing things. We grow up inside our version of it and, without meaning to, we start to believe that this is what Christmas is supposed to look like. The food. The timing. The atmosphere. The noise level. The expectations. But step outside that familiar bubble, and the illusion falls apart very quickly.

Christmas exists almost everywhere now, but it does not arrive wearing the same clothes.
In some parts of the world, Christmas is quiet and inward facing. It leans into darkness rather than fighting it. Candles matter more than decorations. Silence is not something to fill, but something to sit with. The season becomes a pause, a chance to slow the body down and let the year settle. These traditions grew in places where winter was long and unforgiving, where survival once depended on conserving energy and staying close to home. Christmas there is not about spectacle, it is about endurance and reflection.

Elsewhere, Christmas does the opposite. It spills into the streets. It becomes loud, colourful, social. Food is shared late into the night. Music carries through open windows. The emphasis is not on stillness, but on togetherness. In warmer climates and communal cultures, Christmas evolved as a public celebration, a collective act rather than a private one. It is less about retreating from the world and more about leaning into it.

What’s fascinating is that neither approach is more authentic than the other. They are simply shaped by geography, history, and necessity. Climate decides whether Christmas happens indoors or out. Religion influences whether the focus falls on the night before, the day itself, or the weeks that follow. History decides which symbols stick and which quietly fade away.

Even the date of Christmas is not as fixed as we often assume. In some countries, the main celebration happens on Christmas Eve, rooted in older religious calendars and traditions of waiting rather than arrival. In others, the emphasis falls days later, tied to figures like the Three Kings rather than Santa. Some cultures stretch Christmas across weeks, allowing it to unfold slowly instead of climaxing all at once.

And then there are places where Christmas arrived late, carried by trade, colonisation, or modern media. In those countries, Christmas is less about heritage and more about adoption. The tree, the lights, and the songs are borrowed, but they are given new meaning. They become a way to mark the end of the year, to gather family, to soften the edges of winter, even if winter itself looks very different there.

What connects all of these versions is not theology or tradition. It is the human instinct to mark time, especially in difficult times. To create a moment that says this part of the year matters. We are still here. We will get through it together.

Christmas, when you strip it back, is not a rulebook. It is a response. A cultural answer to darkness, cold, uncertainty, and change. Each place answers it differently, using the tools it has, shaped by its past and its environment.

That is why Christmas feels both universal and deeply personal at the same time. It is the same question asked all over the world, and a thousand different answers are offered in return.

And once you start looking at it that way, you realise something important.

There is no correct version of Christmas. There is only the version that makes sense where you are, with what you have, and with who you are sharing it with.
That is where the journey really begins.

When Christmas Becomes About Time

One of the easiest assumptions to make about Christmas is that it happens everywhere at once. The calendar turns, the twenty fifth arrives, and the world pauses together. But that idea only really holds if you never look beyond your own experience.

In reality, Christmas has always been shaped by time. Not just dates on a calendar, but the way cultures understand waiting, patience, and arrival.

For a long time, many people in Ukraine marked Christmas later than much of Europe, following the Julian calendar used by the Orthodox Church. Christmas arrived in January, after a long period of fasting and preparation. The waiting mattered. It gave the season weight. Christmas felt earned rather than rushed.

But in 2023, Ukraine made a conscious change. Christmas officially moved to the twenty fifth of December, aligning with much of the Western world and deliberately distancing itself from Russia. This was not a small administrative adjustment. It was a cultural statement. A way of choosing identity through tradition.

What makes this powerful is that the meaning of Christmas did not disappear with the date change. It evolved. Christmas in Ukraine is still about family, faith, and endurance, but now it also carries something else. Resilience. Self determination. The understanding that tradition is not something you inherit passively, but something you can choose when history demands it.
That choice reminds us of something important. Christmas is not frozen in time. It responds to the world around it.

Elsewhere, Christmas still takes its time in quieter ways.

In Poland, Christmas does not begin with gifts or noise. It begins with waiting. Families gather on Christmas Eve and do not sit down to eat until the first star appears in the sky. The meal itself is symbolic, traditionally made up of twelve dishes, and always meatless. And there is always an extra place set at the table, just in case someone arrives unexpectedly. Christmas there is not about efficiency or schedules. It is about readiness. About making space before you know whether it will be needed.

Further west, time stretches rather than shifts.

In Spain, Christmas does not centre itself on a single day at all. The season unfolds slowly, continuing well into January. Children wait longer for gifts. Families gather again and again. Christmas becomes something you live inside for weeks, not something you rush through in a single morning.

Even in places where Christmas Day itself carries the most weight, the idea of waiting still matters.

In the United Kingdom, the build up is woven into everyday life. Advent calendars. Carol services. Quiet evenings where nothing much happens except anticipation. Christmas feels less like a sudden arrival and more like something you lean towards, day by day.

And in the United States, where Christmas can feel expansive and fast moving, the waiting takes a different form. Long journeys. Booked time off. Airports and highways are filled with people trying to be somewhere they feel they belong. The waiting is physical rather than ceremonial, but it is still there, shaping the season in its own way.

Across all of these places, the pattern is the same, even when the details are different.
Christmas is not defined by the date it falls on.

It is defined by how people wait for it.

And the way a culture chooses to wait tells you everything about what Christmas means to them.

When Light Matters More Than Celebration

In some parts of the world, Christmas is shaped less by time and more by light.

Not metaphorical light. Actual light. The kind that becomes scarce as winter settles in and days shrink to something brief and fragile. Where darkness is not just atmosphere, but a physical presence that has to be lived with.

In countries like Finland, Norway, and Sweden, Christmas grew out of necessity as much as belief. Long before modern heating or electric lighting, winter meant endurance. So traditions evolved to soften it rather than deny it.

Candles matter here. Not as decoration, but as comfort. Homes glow softly rather than brightly. Christmas trees are lit carefully. Windows carry warm light out into the dark, not to show off, but to reassure anyone passing by that there is warmth somewhere nearby.

One of the most striking Christmas traditions in this part of the world is visiting the graves of loved ones. On Christmas Eve in Finland, cemeteries fill with candlelight, each flame marking a memory. It is not sombre in the way people often expect. It is calm. Peaceful. Christmas here makes space for the dead alongside the living, acknowledging that remembrance is part of belonging.

Further south, the relationship with light changes, but it still matters.

In Germany, Christmas is built around creating warmth in public spaces. Advent begins weeks before Christmas itself, and the slow lighting of candles marks time passing gently. Christmas markets glow against cold evenings, offering places to gather, linger, and share warmth without needing a reason to rush home.

These traditions didn’t appear by accident. They grew in response to climate and community. When winter kept people indoors, Christmas created reasons to come together. When darkness felt heavy, light became symbolic and practical all at once.

Even in places like France, where winter is milder, Christmas still leans toward intimacy rather than spectacle. The focus turns inward. Long dinners. Conversation stretched late into the evening. Light is softer. The season encourages people to slow down and stay close rather than move constantly.

What connects all of these places is not a shared religion or shared customs, but a shared understanding.

When the world goes dark, people create light.

When days shorten, people shorten the distance between one another.

Christmas in these cultures is not about distraction. It does not pretend winter isn’t difficult. It meets it honestly, with small, deliberate acts of warmth. A candle. A shared space. A quiet moment where nothing else is required of you.

And in doing so, it reminds us that celebration does not always need to be loud to be meaningful. Sometimes, it is enough simply to make the dark feel less empty.

When Christmas Comes in Heat and Daylight

For many people, Christmas is inseparable from cold. From dark afternoons and the sense of the world folding in on itself. But for a huge part of the globe, Christmas arrives under a completely different sky.

In places like Australia and New Zealand, Christmas lands in the middle of summer. The days are long. The light is sharp. Evenings stretch late without effort. The idea of huddling indoors feels unnecessary, almost strange.

And yet, Christmas still finds its place.

Here, traditions brought from colder countries had to adapt or be abandoned. There was no winter to soften, no darkness to push back against. Instead, Christmas became about pause rather than protection. Long lunches replaced cosy dinners. Gardens, beaches, and open doors took the place of fireplaces. Families gathered earlier in the day, not because of ritual, but because the heat demanded it.

What’s interesting is how little meaning was lost in the adaptation.

In Australia, Christmas often revolves around shared food eaten slowly, conversations that drift, and the simple act of being together while the world feels wide open rather than closed in. The season is lighter, but not emptier. It proves that Christmas was never really about weather. It was about marking time together.

The same contrast appears in Brazil, where Christmas arrives during high summer. Nights are warm. Streets stay alive late into the evening. Families gather well past sunset, because there is no reason to rush indoors. Faith and celebration exist side by side, not separated into quiet and loud spaces.

Midnight Mass still matters to many, but it does not carry the hush you might expect elsewhere. There is movement, colour, sound. Christmas here is communal by nature. Less about retreating from the world, more about sharing it.

In these places, Christmas is not shaped by scarcity of light, but by abundance of it. That abundance changes the tone, but not the purpose. The season still asks people to stop, to gather, to recognise one another properly.

Even in parts of South Africa, where Christmas arrives during summer, the season blends inherited traditions with local reality. Church services are followed by outdoor meals. Family gatherings spill outside. The rituals adapt to climate, but the intention remains steady.

What these cultures quietly show is that Christmas is not fragile. It does not depend on snow or darkness to survive. It adapts to heat, to light, to open space, without losing its core.

Christmas does not belong to winter.
It belongs to people.

And whether it arrives wrapped in scarves or under open skies, it still marks the same thing. A pause. A gathering. A shared moment that says this part of the year matters enough to stop for.

When Faith Holds the Shape of Christmas

In some parts of the world, Christmas is shaped less by the calendar or the climate and more by belief. Not belief as performance, but belief as structure. The kind that gives people something solid to stand on when life is uncertain.

In Russia, Christmas is traditionally celebrated in January, following the Julian calendar used by the Russian Orthodox Church. The season there is quieter and more inward looking than many Western versions. The fast beforehand is long and strict. Meat and rich foods are avoided. The waiting is intentional. By the time Christmas arrives, it feels less like a festival and more like a release.

Church services sit at the centre of it all. They are often long, stretching late into the night, filled with chanting rather than spectacle. Candles flicker. Icons glow softly. The focus is not on decoration or exchange, but on reverence and continuity. Christmas here carries the weight of centuries. It has survived upheaval, repression, and change, and it remains rooted in ritual rather than trend.

What stands out is how Christmas in Russia does not compete with the modern world. It exists alongside it, steady and unchanged, offering something familiar in a world that often feels unstable.

That same anchoring role appears across much of Africa, though expressed in very different ways.

In countries such as Nigeria, Ghana, and Kenya, Christmas is deeply tied to church and community. Services are long and full. Singing is not something you listen to, it is something you take part in. Voices fill the space, not polished or restrained, but collective and alive.

Christmas here is not separate from everyday life. It exists within it. Families travel long distances to be together. Food is shared according to what people have, not what tradition demands. Celebration does not pretend hardship does not exist. It happens alongside it, which gives it a quiet strength.

In Ethiopia, Christmas arrives in January as well, following the Orthodox calendar. The fast beforehand is strict and observed carefully. When Christmas comes, it is marked by church services and communal meals, simple but meaningful. The season feels earned. Not rushed. Not consumed.

Across these cultures, Christmas is not about escape. It is about grounding. It offers rhythm where life can feel unpredictable. It offers continuity where history has been heavy.

Even where belief is central, Christmas does not look the same from place to place. But the role it plays is strikingly similar. It gathers people. It reminds them who they are. It connects the present to something older and steadier.

Faith, in these contexts, is not decoration.
It is the framework that holds Christmas in place.

And while not everyone shares the same beliefs, there is something quietly beautiful in seeing how deeply some cultures root Christmas in meaning rather than momentum. It reminds us that celebration does not have to be loud to be powerful.

Sometimes, it is enough to stand still, light a candle, and trust that what has carried people through before will carry them through again.

When Christmas Is Cultural Rather Than Religious

Not everywhere experiences Christmas through faith. And yet, the season still takes hold.

In many places, Christmas has become cultural rather than religious. A shared pause rather than a sacred one. And what’s interesting is how much meaning still gathers there, even when belief is no longer at the centre.

In the United Kingdom, Christmas has slowly shifted over generations. Churches still matter to many, but for others, the season lives in routine rather than ritual. Christmas Day becomes a moment where normal life is suspended. Shops close. Roads quieten. Families gather, sometimes awkwardly, sometimes warmly, often both at once. Meals stretch longer than usual. Conversations circle familiar ground. Christmas here is less about doctrine and more about permission. Permission to stop. Permission to be together. Permission to mark the year without needing to explain why.

Across the Atlantic, the United States carries Christmas on a much larger scale, but the impulse is similar. Decorations arrive early. Music fills public spaces for weeks. Long before Christmas Day itself, people begin trying to recreate a feeling they remember from somewhere else, often from childhood. There is pressure here, but also effort. People travel huge distances. Time off is carefully arranged. Christmas becomes something actively built rather than quietly inherited.

For many Americans, Christmas is about nostalgia as much as belief. Recreating traditions. Holding onto something familiar in a fast moving world. The scale is bigger, the noise louder, but underneath it sits the same desire to gather and feel anchored, even briefly.

Then there are places where Christmas arrives almost entirely detached from religion, yet still carries weight.

In Japan, Christmas is not a religious holiday at all. It is not rooted in Christian tradition, yet it has found a place in modern life. Here, Christmas often centres on couples, shared meals, and carefully planned evenings. It becomes a moment for connection rather than worship. A way to mark the season without inherited expectations.

What’s striking about Christmas in Japan is how intentionally it has been shaped. Traditions were borrowed, adapted, and given new meaning. Christmas here proves that ritual does not need centuries behind it to feel real. It only needs to serve a purpose in people’s lives.

Across all of these cultures, something becomes clear.

Christmas does not rely on belief to survive.
It relies on people choosing to stop.

Whether it’s shaped by church services, family meals, long journeys, or carefully planned evenings, Christmas continues to exist because it answers a need. The need to pause. To gather. To acknowledge the passing of time together.

For some, that pause is sacred.
For others, it is simply human.

And perhaps that is one of the quiet strengths of Christmas. It makes room for both.

The World Still Arrives at Christmas Together

If there’s one thing this quiet journey shows, it’s that Christmas was never meant to look the same everywhere.

It was never designed as a fixed template, exported and repeated until it lost its meaning. It grew instead. Slowly. Shaped by weather, by faith, by history, by necessity. It bent where it needed to bend and stayed firm where it mattered most.

Some people wait for Christmas. Properly wait. They measure the days with candles, with fasting, with patience, with rituals that teach them how to slow down before the celebration ever arrives. Others live inside the season for weeks, letting it unfold gently rather than rushing towards a single morning. And some barely notice the build up at all, until suddenly the day is there, asking them to stop and be present whether they feel ready or not.

In some places, Christmas carries the weight of belief. In others, it carries the weight of memory. Sometimes it’s faith that holds it in place. Sometimes it’s family. Sometimes it’s nothing more complicated than the knowledge that the year is ending and people need a moment to breathe together.

There are Christmases shaped by darkness, where light matters deeply and warmth is something you create on purpose. There are Christmases shaped by heat and daylight, where the pause comes not from retreating inward, but from choosing to gather anyway while the world stays wide open. There are Christmases rooted in churches and centuries old tradition, and Christmases that exist almost entirely outside religion, held together by shared meals, long journeys, and familiar songs that surface once a year.

None of these versions compete with one another.

They don’t need to.

They exist because people, wherever they are, have felt the same pull. The need to mark time. To stop moving for a moment. To gather with others and acknowledge that something has passed and something else is about to begin.

That is the thread that runs through all of it.

Not perfection.
Not spectacle.
Not even joy, always.

Just the instinct to pause together.

And maybe that’s the most comforting part of all. That Christmas doesn’t ask us to become something else. It meets us where we are. In busy cities and quiet villages. In belief and doubt. In warmth and cold. In years where everything feels full, and years where something is missing.

This isn’t the end of the story.

There are still more places to visit, more ways Christmas has been shaped and carried, especially in parts of the world where history, culture, and community have left deeper marks on the season.

We’ll continue that tomorrow.

For now, it’s enough to sit with this thought.

Christmas has never belonged to one way of doing things.
It belongs to people.
Everywhere.

So however you celebrate Christmas, and whoever you end up sharing it with, try to really be there for it. Let it land. Let the small moments count. The conversations, the laughter, even the silences. Make the memories while they’re happening, not afterwards. Because for all the build up, all the noise around it… it still only comes once a year. And when it’s gone, it’s gone.

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