Every year in the northern hemisphere the sun appears to move south on the horizon. The last day of this apparent movement is the one we call December 21st, or Winter Solstice. It appears to rest in place for three days, and then begins its journey back. That is, on the third day it rises again.
While all of this is going on, the constellation Virgo (virgin) is apparent in the night sky. So it might be said that the sun is born of a virgin, since Virgo is the constellation symbolizing of fertility.
Later in the year the sun will nurture the growth of plants that sustain life, including grapes with which we make libations. Indeed, the sun turns water into wine.
There are twelve months, twelve apostles, twelve tribes of Israel, and twelve signs of the zodiac.
Of course, most of the ancient myths that we still celebrate today happened during the Age of Pisces, symbolized by the fish. I still see some of those on the back of automobiles.
And most amazing to me, the ancient Sun God, even with the multiple languages on earth and thousands of years having transpired, is still referred to us in english-speaking culture as “The Son.”
Merry Christmas, everyone. Myths are important. I do not denigrate them. We even have people in government who supervise our popular myths, among them Oswald, 19 Arabs, cherry trees and rail splitting, and virgin birth. As far as I know, the only virgin ever to give birth to a child was Doris Day.