It is frustrating, maddening even, for anyone who loves Vivaldi’s music that basic data on his development as a composer and musician is lacking to this day.

Iceland’s Christmas folklore includes the Ogress Grýla, the thirteen Yule Lads, and a giant cat.

Isn’t it high time for more nuanced picture of the populist voters who have been decisive in reshaping politics across the West?

The Norwegian tale of a young man who fell asleep on Christmas Eve and woke on Epiphany to recount the miraculous sights he had seen.

When a culture loses the capacity for faith at all, be it religious or secular, and falls into a pit of relativism, it produces scientists all too willing to yield to the shrill demands of noisy, impassioned political activists.

Bourke’s defence of the German philosopher is historically thorough and philosophically compelling.

On a single silent night when all was still and all was bright, Christian Germans and Christian Brits sang together and then climbed out of their trenches to greet each other—and celebrate the birth of Christ.

If anyone wishes to conquer the giants of their own vices, they must, like Don Quixote, take up the lance, the shield, draw down the visor, and mount Rocinante.

This oratorio, a familiar part of both the Christmas and Easter seasons, has a fascinating history.

Now is the perfect time to approach Dickens’ classic, with its perennial themes of repentance and generosity. 

Fairy parties and flying reindeer are not things out of which eventually we must grow; they belong to the realm inhabited only by those who are mature enough to understand the world for what it is.

In our nihilistic age, Boito’s Mefistofele may be primed for a comeback.