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New Year

SEVENTH DAY of CHRISTMAS:
New Year’s Day

Ring out the old,
Ring in the new,
Ring out the false,
Ring in the true.

The old year has passed and we awake hopeful for what the new year will bring. Good health is often at the top of the list, and this first day of the year, as the Seventh Day of Christmas, also happens to be a traditional wassailing day. Wassail, derived from the Old English toast Wes Hel: “Be of good health!”

The wassailing tradition is from Britain but is also practiced in many parts of the United States. Ale or beer or hard cider is warmed together with sugar, spices, apples and fruit juices, usually orange or pineapple. Lamb’s wool––whipped cream, essentially––is often floated on the top of the brew. The large wassail bowl is taken out to the orchard, where the custom is to wassail the oldest and largest tree in the grove. The ceremony, which usually takes place around midday, involves pouring wassail on the roots of the tree and hanging toasted bread soaked in wassail on its branches. The wassail bowl is, of course, passed around the company gathered, and all partake, along with great shouts of celebration (the word Huzzah seems particularly essential) and with songs, along the lines of this one from England:

Here’s to thee, old apple tree
Whence thou may’st bud and
whence thou may’st blow,
And whence thou may’st
bear apples enow.

Hats full, Caps full, Bushel,
bushel sacks full,
And my pockets full, too!
Huzzah!

Don’t have an apple tree to wassail? We don’t have them here in Lake Worth. Here, we grow oranges and grapefruits and mangoes and cocoanuts. You can wassail any tree, and why not? Trees that bear fruit are perhaps the most worthy of wassailing, but in the absence of one, I’d encourage you to wassail any tree that is your favorite.

Mumming and guising are also important customs on New Year’s Day. It’s a tradition known well in Philadelphia, where the annual Mummer’s Day Parade takes place each First of January as it has been since around the turn of the last century. The practice of mumming and guising, however, goes back much further than that. Mummer’s plays are another of the British Christmas traditions with pagan roots. The plays, typically performed by roving troupes, usually include characters like St. George and the Turkish Knight, dragons, and, of course, Father Christmas. Enter the players:

In comes I, Old Father Christmas,
Welcome or welcome not,
I hope Old Father Christmas
Will never be forgot.
If you don’t believe what I do say
Enter St. George and clear the way.

In come I, St. George,
A man of courage bold
With sword and spear all by my side,
Hoping to gain a crown of gold.
‘Twas I that slew the dragon,
and brought him to the slaughter,
And by those means I hope
To gain the King of Egypt’s daughter.

The plays are quick and typically involve the death of one character by the sword of another… but always a doctor is called in and the dead man is brought back to life. All of which echoes the death of the old year and its rebirth as the new, or the death of the sun at the solstice and its rebirth as the days begin to lengthen once more. The circle––or the ever expanding spiral––goes on and on, without end.

 

 

In the Bleak Midwinter

Winter Solstice

Here in the Northern Hemisphere, it is the darkest time of year and tomorrow, December 21, the darkest night: the bleak midwinter. The sun reaches its southernmost point in the sky and then begins the journey north again. For a couple of days, the sun appears to be still, which is where the word solstice comes in (the Latin sol stetit, “sun stands still”). It is our own planet, of course, that is doing the shifting north and south, creating our seasons, but as we watch the sun rise and set lower and lower in the sky with each passing day, it is easy to imagine the sun as journeyer, and perhaps we all are on our individual journeys, sun and earth, you and me, constantly changing.

Now begins our real celebration of the season. We’ve watched the nights grow longer and longer through Advent, and we’ve lit more and more candles to counter the darkness. By Sunday, all four candles of the Advent wreath will be lit. It is no accident that Church elders placed the birth of Jesus Christ at the Winter Solstice. He is born, child of wonder, bringing light to the world, part of a tradition of gods from antiquity born at this darkest time of year: Sol (the unconquered sun), Apollo, Mithras.

No matter what associations you bring to the Solsticetide, the solstice night itself is worthy of marking. In this house, our celebration will be simple: last year, after Twelfth Night, we set the old Christmas tree in a quiet corner of the garden, and on this darkest night of the year, we’ll retrieve it and build a fire with that wood. It is, after all, fire that was most common in our ancestors’ celebrations of this night: fire to call down the power of the sun, to help the sun along, to be born again. Our solstice fire will be outdoors, in the sacred quiet of the back yard in the close and holy darkness, but yours could be in the hearth. If a fire is not possible, a lit candle will do nicely. Something good to drink is appropriate: a spicy dark Christmas ale, perhaps. Splurge a little; this night comes but once a year. We suggest you seek a strong ale in a tall bottle sealed with a cork. Our favorites this time of year include St. Bernardus Christmas Ale, spicy with cloves, brewed in the Trappist tradition in Belgium, and Baladin Nora, an Italian brew spiced with ginger, myrrh, and orange peel. The corked Nora bottle is sealed in wax, while twisted wire holds down the cork of the St. Bernardus bottle. Either choice will bring ceremony to the night.

You may find that in these hectic days that lead up to Christmas, in our frenetic preparations for one important day, it may be the quiet and peaceful ceremonies, like this one, that bring you the most joy and meaning. Please keep in mind that that one special day is just a beginning to what can be a really special season of twelve days. The Book of Days, certainly, will cover those days as they come. If you’ve ever felt disappointed and let down once Christmas Day has passed, we are here to help you overcome that and find meaning in each day through the 6th of January and beyond.

And so Winter begins by the almanac. By traditional reckoning of time, however, winter has been with us since Hollantide, which is why you hear so many traditional carols refer to this time as midwinter, for it truly is. From now through to the next solstice, in June, light will be increasing with each day. Now we begin to come out of winter’s dark grip. It will be a slow and gradual process, but such is the nature of the seasons.

On this darkest of nights, we salute you, we bid you peace. The bleak midwinter gathers us up in its cloak, but light is returning. Welcome Yule!

Image: Winter in La Grange, Illinois.