We saw the Revels today. The few times I've been asked to explain what "revels" are, I've always been hard pressed to answr, other than, it's what my parents take me to every year. It's a sort of Holiday, medieval, Christian/proto-Christian holiday pageant that's kind of the precursor to musicals, but with the dorkiness of Monty Python.
Even though, at least as my mother sees it, it's about pointing out the fact that a lot of Christmas traditions are "borrowed" from Pagan nature worship type junk, only white aging yuppie recumbent bicycle-riding Cambridge intelligentsia members ever go to it. Only WASPs with liberal guilt go to it. So even though it's ostensibly a paean to acknowledging our heathen past, it's got a sort of sanitized, safe feel to it, and this is in no small aprt due to the fact that every who goes to the revels looks exactly the same. The ladies are all short and squat in esigner glasses and jaunty scarves and brightly colored eco-friendly coats, and the men are all tall and gawky with balding shagg gray hair, dorky glasses, often beards, corduroy pants, sweaters and extremely practical Edie Bauer winter coats.