Today is Boxing Day here in Canada. That could mean that folks are lining up at Future Shop to get great deals or that they are lying around on their couches reading books they got as gifts and moaning that they are still full from yesterday. I don't know what Boxes have to do with it. I'd like to take the tree down today. Yes, I would. I don't like it up before the solstice and then I want it down. But I will wait a few days, I guess.
As it happens, tomorrow is my very favourite holiday - Gomish. Ah, you are not familiar with this holiday perhaps. It only has six celebrants so that is not surprising. Every year, on a day between Christmas and the New Year, we merry band of gomishers meet at an undisclosed farm house in Merigomish, Nova Scotia, for a festive time. Drinks are drunk - special drinks like Tequilla Mockingbird or Cuba Tres Libre or Rum Knock-out Punch. Food is prepared by the resident chef. We get there on the designated day (chosen serendipitously by all on Boxing Day) by about three in the afternoon and have the cocktail of the day - or a beer or a glass of wine for the unadventurous amongst us. Then we talk and talk and laugh and laugh and eat wonderful little amuse bouches. We give each other very elaborately prepared gifts - only one rule for Gomish gifts - they must be made by hand or shopped for in our own homes. This is DEEPLY satisfying to all. We have a big deal dinner with candles and more talk and more drinks and just plain more. At various times some of us wander out into the starlight to smoke and shiver. After dinner we will play some sort of mad game like Pictionary or Cranium. This year I'm bringing a new game - Picktwo - which the Morrison clan played at my father's 85th celebration. I highly recommend it.
Eventually the men will wander upstairs to bed but the three women will not. We will have our little coven gathering where we declare our undying love for each other and our expressions of incredible joy that we have once again evaded the dark riders. We are grateful beyond all measure at the treasure that is our lives. Especially this year.