I accumulate various worn-out items that might burn nicely. This seemed like a good occasion to burn some old stuff. Tradition? Not yet, but …
The hat’s ashes held together for several minutes.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Neuroscience
Just received my copy minutes before leaving town this morning. I can’t wait to open the package and read it!
This was always the day that the 3 wise men reached the baby Jesus at my dad’s parents house…
It was the same with my grandparents, and we kept the tradition going. We could open our gifts on Christmas but they stayed under the tree until Epiphany, since Jesus didn’t get gifts before then, either. So the sadness at taking down the tree was offset by celebrating and finally getting to use what we’d been given.
Why was baby Jesus at your Dad’s parent’s house?
He moves in mysterious ways.
He was a boarder.
You know… for Christmas… they were just that good catholics! Unlike my maternal grandparents, those methodist heathens…
Catholics & Lutherans for the grands here.
My paternal grandad was from a very diverse southern town. There was a Catholic family.
Mum’s side wasn’t quite so culturally and ethnically open minded. Although Auntie Olive did enjoy food, which was considered adventurous. Well, and a bunch of them were hard-core Communists who wanted revolution, but that’s politics, in’nit…
I’d say /s, but it’s 100% the straight-faced truth…
I had an Aunt Olive who lived in a southern town.
Olive’s side was Northumbrian. They never did really accept Mum’s having married a foreigner from Kent.
That’s… that’s… I’m at a loss for GIF’s.
What… was that song? My daughter and I agreed it was the oddest thing we’ve heard in a while. Not… quite… satire…