The day after Christmas is often depressing, or so it was when I was a child. Today has been cloudy and rainy; not even a fire in the stove made the mood any lighter. Maybe if we'd been observing the Feast Day of St. Stephen, from the Frogotten English Calendar that my husband reads each day, we'd have had more fun, going to the rectory and eating as much bread, cheese, and drinking as much ale as we chose, at the expense of the rector (yes!). Alas, this practice was discontinued at least a hundred years ago, so we must make our own St. Stephen's day celebration as the year winds down and 2009 comes closer.
And closer.
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Kay, my mother's family always had their big gathering on the 26th. Since my grandmother always observed "Old Christmas" on Epiphany, this may be a holdover, too. Good to know these things . . .
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