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Epiphany 2024
It’s the official end of this edition of my Holiday Season Serial Romance, and I honestly didn’t know how it was going to turn out.
🐫 Wise Men, Magi or Kings? 👑
Kings may be judges of the earth, but wise men are the judges of kings. ~Solomon Ibn Gabirol
Technically, yesterday was Twelfth Night and the 🥁 twelve drummers 🥁 have stopped drumming. Christmas is actually over.
Or is it🍪🍪🍪
You see, tomorrow is Orthodox Christian Christmas, which kicks off an additional 12 days of Greco-Russo-Caucasian-Assyrian Christmas.
I don’t really feel like culturally appropriating the Eastern traditions this year, so we’ll go ahead and call it done.
Kelly went out and got the boxes so that while we’re snowed in, all the holiday decor can quietly go back into storage for another year.
It’s well and truly time for that long winter’s nap that Clement C. Moore is always promising us. Although, Kelly doesn’t wear a kerchief and I sure don’t wear a cap.
Bare heads on pillows, thank you very much.
But, here we go into a little thing we like to call ⛄ Snowman Season ☃️.
Even if the temperatures vary and we go without snow through long stretches of January and February, the snowman decor stays with us because they’re just so lovely and jolly.
There’s always a reason to celebrate if you give it some thought. An attitude of gratitude can warm a wintry heart or a stewing summer soul.
🐪 Three 👑👑👑 Kings 🐫
We Three Kings (feat. Tim Foust) | The Hound + The Fox
Even though it’s technically an Epiphany song, this one has always been one of my favorites.
The tune is catchy. It captures the exotic allure of the three whatever you choose to consider them. Kings? 🐪 Wise Men? 🐫 Magi? 🦙 Dudes?
There’s a lot of symbolism in the song and it deserves its own place in the calendar.
Quite some years ago, I received an email (back before social media and memes were a thing) that presented a short story of the three kings arriving at the Nativity Scene with their traditional gifts.
In this missive, their gifts were transformed into Easter symbols because whoever wrote it was a Krisjun knucklehead without the decency to understand the place of Christmas and other aspects of the beginning of the story in the overall scope of the whole Christian narrative.
🔥 I was pissed! 🔥
If I had received a printed copy, I would have crunched it up in a ball and thrown it through the bottom of the trashcan, through the floor, through the crust of the Earth and into the molten core of this planet.
That’s the only problem with digital media. You can’t smack the delete button hard enough to get the full catharsis of slamming a wadded up ball of paper in the trash or hanging up an old analog phone on somebody.
Anyway, We Three Kings has its own symbolism. The lyrics to the song are actually self-explanatory in this regard.
Each of the gits from each of the kings are explained by the character in the song. Gold for the King of Kings. Frankincense for the Word Incarnate. Myrrh for the stone cold tomb.
The symbolism is there. There is literally no reason to transform it or Krisjunize it. Leave well enough alone.
Fortunately, I don’t get this sort of drivel anymore. I can glance at a meme and either smile or move on.
People might complain about short attention spans anymore, but in some ways, that’s good.
This sort of dreck happens in a split second. You can share or skip and that’s that. No more reading long, laborious mental sabotage via email.
That’s progress.
🚿 Shower Epiphany 🎆
I always liked those moments of epiphany, when you have the next destination. ~Brad Pitt
This used to be the bane of my existence.
Back in the days when I would have to commute relatively long distances to work, I’d always get these things.
That sudden flash of insight that comes under the pounding beads of shower water or halfway through a turn in heavy traffic, but somehow never right there at my desk.
I’d have one of these useful insights someplace where I could not possibly write it down or record it in any way and then I’d have to drive the rest of the way to work and hope that the stress of the commute wouldn’t drive it right back out of my head.
That was usually the result, so that’s part of another reason I detested long commutes, wearing a tie, trying to be somewhere on time with every chowderhead in a three county conspiring to get in my damn way or trying to kill me on the way there.
Thank God for work from home. Life is so much better.
I still have shower epiphanies, but I don’t have to worry about keeping it fresh in mind until I get to work. Work is about fifteen to twenty paces from the shower.
I can jump right on the computer and put the convenient flash of insight to work and get on with my day.
📯 Huzzah! 🎠
That’s your day after the Christmas season. Finish up your egg nog and polish off your Christmas cookies. It’s time to move on to snowmen, groundhogs and Lunar New Year.