We’re weird. And we stick with that for how we celebrate Christmas, too.
First, we’re not Catholic. Second, we sometimes celebrate Catholic holidays. It makes sense.
So we celebrate the 12 days of Christmas, and that ends on January 6, Epiphany, the day that celebrates the magi’s visit to Jesus.
Little lesson here. Bill is insanely particular that the wise men are at a distance from the manger instead of in the scene. As in they’re on their way but not there. That’s because most likely Jesus was around two by the time they got there, not in a manger anymore. Hence Harod commanding the death of all boys two and under instead of just infant boys. So Epiphany is 12 days after Christmas to try to depict that.
We don’t open any presents on Christmas morning, only stockings. Then the kids open presents every day leading up to Epiphany, reflecting the gifts the magi brought. Not every kid every day, but at least one present every day.
Then for Epiphany, we save up so that everyone gets one last gift to open, and I bake a king’s cake, complete with a plastic baby hidden inside. The finder of the baby gets an additional small gift. This is to show that the real gift, the best of them all, is Jesus himself.
Our family has enjoyed this holiday for years, a simple way to continue the celebration of God come down with us.
Oh, and it’s very important that all Christmas decorations come down January 7th, cause this mama can only take Christmasy things in the time period of the day after Thanksgiving until Epiphany. It’s a law. And all members of my household who attempt to violate this law give up all rights and provisions of my household, you know, things like food. At this point the kids begin referring to Christmas as the C-word, because it’s pretty much cussing outside these times. We’re a split household with this law. The man believes every day is Christmas. He’s a lawbreaker, so don’t do as he does.