An epiphany

It seems that the feeling I wrote about in my last blog is the phenomenon called January blues.  I am not the only one suffering from it, as was evident from the status updates around me: those with jobs did not want to be at work and those without…oh the irony.

After a quick google, I found an article in the Independent from two years ago with the inspiring title: How to beat the January blues. It starts with ” Lower your expectations.” All the new year resolutions you made, the changes you planned are not going to happen the first week of January. Ah, that should take the pressure off.

Some countries like Spain and the Czech republic have a better way to deal with

No in fact, Mary was delighted with her unexpected visitors.

the January blues, they continue celebrations: today is Epiphany. The day that Caspar/Gaspar, Balthasar/Balthazar and Melchior stumbled upon the stable and visited baby Jesus. I always wondered why God sent men: did anyone bring a babygrow , a sling or even Infacol or Sudocrem? Noooo, gold and myrrh. Mary must have been delighted sitting in her mod-con stable… ” Erh thanks guys…you shouldn’t have.”

Anyway God was revealed in the incarnation of the little one and thus we celebrate by giving children gifts and throwing sweets around. If the thought of more gifts and more sweets trigger overload in your mind please remember that those poor children had to wait for their presents. Twelve days of presents under the tree…

In other countries groups go around houses and sing songs for a) money for the church b) food for the poor c) both and every variety on that. Charity in January after the glut and indulgence the month before – I like that.

Lastly – and this excites me most as it involves cake, no not the Great Fruitcake Toss that they apparently organise in Colorado (Thanks ever insightful Wikipedia.) but the Kings Cake. Also not to be confused with the cake for the Mardi Gras tradition in New Orleans which works on the same principle explained below.

This cake can take different forms in different countries: bread-like, cake like, puff pastry, crown shaped, loaf etc etc. The idea is that you hide one bean in the mixture and the person who gets the bean in his piece gets to be the king of the day. Hooray!

So this is my recipe for shaking that January blues, even if you are not allowing yourself to eat cake:

1. Pretend you had one. 2. Pretend you found the bean. 3. Pretend you are the King/Queen for the Day.

by Disney

Enjoy the day!

5 thoughts on “An epiphany

  1. Brilliant! Cake is a great way to brighten the day, but to put a prize in it and then play at being the boss just makes it impossible to think out how to improve this game!

    Just a note for the aside, when the three kings arrived at our assembly yesterday, they were accompanied by three self-concious assistants in poorly fitting costumes and gave out cardboard stars with different gifts written on them. I was given the gift of courage. I would so have prefered a cake with a bean in it. I would also have preferred it if Wendy had decided not to tell me that she thought my King’s Assistant costume was my own actual clothing.

  2. Ah the gift of courage! That ol’ classic. Hmm what was the King’s Assistant costume like Rach, I’m intrigued! How did you chose the Kings? Did they dress up, beard and all? Gotta love Catholic schools, dress up for anything.

  3. Well, we had Caspar in Gold, Melchior in deep green, and Balthasar in purple. Melchior refused to wear his hat (a polo shaped cushion-y thing wrapped in…er…silk), and so had a very 70s golden scarf worn as a headband. Very fetching.

    The assistants wear less glamourous clothing. Think about the inn keeper and his wife cotumes of your own childhood and you might get an idea.

    I shouldn’t be ungrateful. As I helped Balthazar to hand out the gifts, I read some of them. I know at least 2 people were given the gift of “Listening to others”…and I think one of them may have been deaf…

  4. Oooh so funny! So cruel! Yet so funny! Hmmm golden scarf… Alas, I went to a non-demoninational school so we always did musicals vaguely about Christmas celebrations. No real God involved, usually a family slap-stick of some kind about Christmas school plays. (A play in a play you see…) All about family, friends and fun. Grand. x

  5. Dude, you missed out. I will forever have a bee in my bonnet about never being the Innkeeper’s wife who said yes to the Mother of the Baby Jesus. Every year I was the Innkeeper’s wife who said no – and I was married to Paul Hallett every time. I yearned to have Isabelle Leines’ part and say yes, but the opportunity never arose. Mind you, I expect all Isabelle wanted was for Emmy Elsmore to be off sick so that she could be the Angel Gabriel.

    These are the stories we save for our children. Without the tales of how much we suffered in school, how can we inspire them? I treasure the memories of practicing wispering “Yes, come inside and you can sleep in our stable” under my breath, whilst having no actual lines myself, but just shaking my head in agreement with my good old hubby Paul. I threw my heart and soul into singing the line “No vacancies, full up inside” as our class sang the song because I was nothing if not wonderfully representational of wifes of Innkeepers all across Bethlehem throughout December many many years ago.

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