"One more tradition that my family has is one that we borrow from a number of religious orders. We incorporate it into our annual party, on the Sunday nearest Epiphany, but it’s properly done on Epiphany itself. My mother prepares a number of envelopes, each containing a holy card of a saint and a slip of paper with a particular virtue. As guests leave, they take an envelope at random and receive a particular patron for the year and a virtue to foster that year. It’s a fun tradition, especially when the virtue just happens to hit that trouble spot in your spiritual life!"
Our dear Rebecca wrote a lovely, lovely article for O Night Divine sharing some traditions and thoughts on celebrating the Feast of Epiphany. Enjoy the whole article here.
We eat very simply during most of the year. Peasant food... soups and stews... However, for Christmas I try to cook large and luxurious (to us anyway) feasts. It means love for my family and love for God Who gave us His Son. So we give Him the best celebration we can. It's a lot of work, most of it is from scratch, and means a lot of dishes, we do not have a dishwasher. But every bit of effort is worth it, food is part of the traditions and joy that surround the celebration.
We attended the Vigil Mass at Holy Spirit Parish to witness the baptism of our dear friends' new baby (just a few days old), Sophia Joy. Father R. seemed utterly thrilled to do a baptism at the Christmas Vigil! Before the dismissal, baby Sophia's father sang Michael Card's tribute to St. Joseph, the quiet hero of Christmas, while Father R. held the baby. All baptisms are special, but the combination of the great Holy Feast, the love we have for this family, and Jason's marvelous solo, made it truly a most touching baptism.
Lydia holding the newly baptised and heavenly chrism scented Sophia Joy
the first plate of Christmas cookies
We had dinner at home, exchanged secret sibling gifts, then had a lovely Christmas eve visit with Grandma and Granddad (during which we completely forgot to take pictures) then attended Midnight Mass at Old Saint Pat's.
Being a good blogger, she polished one, then took a picture to show the difference. :)
Due to various circumstances we didn't get a tree till the Saturday before Christmas. That was fine since the college boys would be home then. But we had assumed that our choices would be pretty limited to Charlie Brown trees. We were wrong. We found a new (to us) tree farm that not only was priced reasonably, but had a good selection of nice looking trees left to cut. After a brief hunt and a vigorous snowball fight we brought home a lovely tree!
We have advent calendars, calendars to check off, and even an index card system to count down the days till Christmas. But when you are four, all the preparation excitement permeates your whole being and you forget the details of time.
Every morning at 4 AM, Lydia comes into my room and stands quietly at the side of my bed. "Mama... Mama... Mama!" Her voice is sweet and soft, I don't know how many 'mamas' it takes to wake me up. "Mama, is today Christmas?" "No sweetheart it's in (7,6, 5) days." She sighs. "OK Mama." and climbs up in bed with me to finish the night snuggled with her mama.
My Saint Augustine's kids are finishing their last finals. My Christendom guys have finals next week. The Advent concert has been sung. Tomorrow is the last play practice of this year. That means Christmas prep can begin in earnest.
They sang the Schubert Mass in G. Hard stuff for teenagers. This is the only schola concert picture I have so far, you can see Blaise in the back. The tall one. :)