I can heah the gloatin' from all over the blogosphere--yore trees is down! Yore tinsel an' wrappin', boxes an' bows is trashed, yore ornaments and canned snow is stashed back in the attic, hooray fer y'all!! ( But I has still has boxes wif'out topses.)
Hmnnn. Not heah. Ah, see, we's paleolithic: We wait fer the Feast of the Epiphany, the day the Wise Men wif' cool names arrived.
Which means in 2013 terms, that Uncle Aloysius has to keep explainin' to folks why it be that he ain't a sluggard what din't bother to git the Nativity out of the front forty yet.
Oh he's jes' so smug... He relishes the chance to remind folks the Twelve Days of Christmas is Dec 25th to Jan 6th (Epiphany). AN' inside it means the trees is brittle an' needles need to be swept up every few hours....thas' Ok, 'cause, to Aunty, it's still lovely.
Plain truth be that folks celebrates so much afore Christmas--office parties, gift swaps, binge chocolate, baking an' makin', shop-a-thons-, travel an' such that by akshull Christmas Day folks is OVER it. I git that.
Still, I jes' need to git it on record that mah own preferred method is to follow the custom of Advent (a time of waiting and anticipation) THEN to celebrate when the Day comes. We used to follow the ole French custom of semi-fasting until after Midnight Mass. Nowadays, folks is bloated an' sated by Christmas Day. I wanna go back to the French custom.
To this minor rant lemme add we's havin' a "Mahvelous Dahlink" Twelve Days. Much clan gatherin', game playin' (Croquet anyone?) out of townies has been in town, visits to Pappy Cracker, visits wif' neighbors an' all manner of goodies made an' consumed.
Done. It's off mah chest. 12 Days rant over.
Y'all is the dearest folks--thanky fer yore notes and comments. Uncle be doin' pretty well. (Uh, 'til the Gators shamed theirselves last night.) If this seems a familiar comment--"thanky fer sweet notes an' prayers"--it was this time last year when Uncle showed his tolerance to doctors. He keeps insistin' he is fit as a fiddle then goes on to prove it to the medicos.
We's been busy wif' surgical follow-ups an' such, an' I'se shamelessly claimin' that as mah reason for not keepin' up wif' the blogs--fergive me please. But, Uncle is headed back to full speed. I can prove it--looky heah: On New Year's Day he done initiated the First Annual Picking of the Greens!! Mercy, that man be proud of his greens.
Well, they is championship greens, I will say.
Y'all know that Southerners (some of 'em) insist that New Year's Day consist of greens, black-eyed peas, an' cornbread (if ya' can git yoreself a ham, thas' an extra).
Of course we had ambrosia--that palate refreshing melange of citrus fruits that is the perfect cap to all heavy meals.
I shure wisht all y'all coulda been heah--can ya imagine?? What a hoedown that'd be. What is yore MUST have dish on New Year's Day? (After the hair of the dawg, heh.) What would ya' bring to the hoedown??
As fer that other New Year's Day thang, I ain't even gonna think about no resolutions this year, lessen it be to resolve not to resolve. But...tell me what yore own resolutions is--mebbe I'll be inspired. Mebbe. Ok, ok...one resolution might--might--be to read less an' garden more. Thas' as much reconstruction as I can face.
But I does wish one an' all a Happy New Year, filled wif' love an' laughter, health an' hope. All the thangs that most of us find close to home, if we jes' look fer it in our families an' communities. Aunty did whisper a prayer fer each of ya'--that the year ahead will bring out the best in all us'uns.
Happy New Year!!
Posted by Aunty Belle at 7:46 AM