Since you are not here this time of year, dear reader (nor are most of us), you may never get a chanced to hear our character’s talk about the Yuletide season. Apart from the idea of Yuletide being a pagan holiday many of the people you might be familiar with in our Village, belonging to a “reformed” church, simply did not believe in celebrating the day of the birth of their Savior. I’ll let Governor William Bradford speak for himself:
“Only I shall remember one passage more, rather of mirth, then of weight. On
the day called Christmas Day, the Governor called them out to work, (as was
usual) but the most of this new company [the men who arrived in the Fortune,
November 1621] excused themselves, and said it went against their conscience
to work on that day. So the Governor told that if they made it a matter of
conscience, he would spare them, till they became better informed; so he led
away the rest and left them: but when they came home at noon, from their
work, he found them in the street at play openly; some pitching the bar, and
some at stool-ball, and such like sports. So he went to them, and took away
their implements, and told them, that is was against his conscience, that
they should play and others work; if they made the keeping of it matter of
devotion, let them keep their houses, but there should be no gaming, or
reveling in the streets. Since which that time nothing hath been attempted
that way, at least opening.”
– William Bradford, Of Plimoth Plantation. ed. Caleb Johnson. 2006.
XLibris. pp. 149-50.
This does not, of course, mean that the holidays went uncelebrated. People that still stuck with the Church of England possibly did celebrate within the comfort of their own homes, perhaps with carols and a bit of evergreen hanging on the walls.
On your next visit you might ask the various inhabitants of the town what they thought about celebrating holidays. Some answers might surprise you.