Or Happy Little Christmas!
I lived in Mexico until I was seven and I have foggy memories of this being an important holiday – i.e. we got presents. We left our notes out for the three kings, and the next day we’d get our pressies. Eoghan has been slowly inching the kings closer to their final destination – first, they were miles off, by the Wii. By Stephen’s Day they were by the TV stand, and this morning they finally made it to our nativity scene.
Here, I recently learned that as well as us calling it Little Christmas it’s also known in some parts of the country as Nollaig na mBan, or ‘Women’s Christmas’. This was truly news to me. According to the fountain of all knowledge, it is so called:
“Because of the tradition, which is still very strong in Cork, of Irish men taking on all the household duties for the day and giving their spouses a day off. Most women will either hold parties or go out to celebrate the day with their friends, sisters, mothers, aunts etc. Bars and restaurants usually have a majority female clientele on this night. Children often buy presents for their mothers and grandmothers, and it resembles Mother’s Day in this respect.”
I had honestly never heard of this before.
And altough we won’t be having a traditional dinner of Rosca de Reyes (there’s a tiny baby Jesus hidden inside!), hot chocolate and tamales, we will be having a Casa Casey Courtney Mexican feast. Which means spicy mince, tacos, a salad and refried beans. Oh and some Corona for Eoghan.