Well, I don’t feel any worse for wear for staying up and ringing in the New Year with Hubby, a few akvavit and Clamatoes not withstanding. And that Tom Collins at a swank new restaurant Hubby and I went to for midnight. But I did wake up at 11 am, so no church today, which is no great loss since the Swedenborgians are out today.
Today is one of my favorite named occasions in the ecumenical calendar, but one of the hardest to conceptualize: The Feast of the Circumcision. Jesus’ of course. The day his parents fulfilled their religious obligations and — this one is new to me — the first time Christ shed blood. What kind of carol do you sing? What food?
Little wonder it is more commonly known now as the Feast of the Holy Name.
Whew! I think I’ll stick to Happy New Year, and make black-eyed peas and greens instead.