Season's Greetings
For those of us in the Catholic and related liturgical churches, Christmas season has at least 12 days (although this is highly debated in some circles--those who hold that it continues until The Feast of the Presentation of the Lord. Given the great length of Lent, I tend to side with those vying for a longer Christmas season.
Nevertheless, we are merely now a day after, and I trust that all of those who celebrated this great feast had a wonderful celebration. I was stirred to momentary envy when I thought of my brothers and sisters overseas, who having the foresight and diligence to create what has been called elsewhere their "fruit composts," were able to bring to the Christmas tables their plum puddings with whatever sauce (Devonshire cream, hard sauce, brandy sauce) they chose. (I'm afraid that one of the places that I do fall victim to the English cuisine is in the area of sweets--plum pudding, stick toffee pudding, spotted dick, any of those sweet cake-like bread-like things that make up the marvel of British cuisine called a pudding--let's not, for the moment deal with the savory versions of same.
And now we're on the Feast of St. Stephen and in Great Britain, and perhaps elsewhere throughout the world, we're also celebrating boxing day--a tradition I know very little about, except that it is a "bank holiday" occurring the day after Christmas.
So, whatever you're celebrating, a wonderful day to you. And if you are celebrating nothing at all, may your day nevertheless be as though you were.
Peace.
Nevertheless, we are merely now a day after, and I trust that all of those who celebrated this great feast had a wonderful celebration. I was stirred to momentary envy when I thought of my brothers and sisters overseas, who having the foresight and diligence to create what has been called elsewhere their "fruit composts," were able to bring to the Christmas tables their plum puddings with whatever sauce (Devonshire cream, hard sauce, brandy sauce) they chose. (I'm afraid that one of the places that I do fall victim to the English cuisine is in the area of sweets--plum pudding, stick toffee pudding, spotted dick, any of those sweet cake-like bread-like things that make up the marvel of British cuisine called a pudding--let's not, for the moment deal with the savory versions of same.
And now we're on the Feast of St. Stephen and in Great Britain, and perhaps elsewhere throughout the world, we're also celebrating boxing day--a tradition I know very little about, except that it is a "bank holiday" occurring the day after Christmas.
So, whatever you're celebrating, a wonderful day to you. And if you are celebrating nothing at all, may your day nevertheless be as though you were.
Peace.
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