A beautifully decorated tree forms the center-piece of the snow-dusted city square, festive lights are everywhere, holiday music is beaming from every radio, and children flock to sit on the knee of a bearded red-suited jolly grandfather figure. Everyone knows that this is the most wonderful time of the year. But the holiday described here is not Christmas, even if it looks and sounds so much like it. Rather, I am describing the secular New Year celebrations in Soviet Russia,... Read more