Or, as suggested by a friend in France, the title should be “The egalitarian galette.” I am re-posting the piece given the date and also because it fits with this year’s theme of life in Canada. PL

by Patricia Lightfoot

When I was a child, a Scottish Highland Christmas was something for children (“the bairns”), whereas the big celebration was Hogmanay or New Year’s Eve. Once we were a few days into the New Year, and everyone’s hangover had subsided, I remember my Scottish grandparents saying that now the festivities were over, it was time to return to “old clothes and porridge.” There was something triumphant, almost gloating, in their voices. All the Christmas decorations, the tree, the lights, the tinsel and the cards had to be taken down specifically before the end of the day on January 6. This could have been because of a desire to tidy up or something darker. Even now, if I am in the home of friends who have left their Christmas tree up until mid-January, I feel a slight sense of unease. Continue reading “When the Kings arrive”