The most important day in the Spanish winter festivities ended yesterday.
The day roughly translates into the day of the three kings and it celebrates the arrival of Melchior, Caspar and Balthasar at the manger bearing the most useful gifts they could lay their hands on, gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Well done lads, that’s exactly what a broke young family living in a cow shed needed. In Spanish tradition, this is the main gift giving day. Every village, even our little one, has a parade during which sweets are flung out to the kids who come to watch. Other villages have the local fire department using their ladders to deliver gifts to the kids in their balconies, and special radio programmes on which the kings’ pages freak out local kids by revealing an in-depth knowledge of them and their naughty/nice deeds. The small pleasures of being a parent!
Since I am not one, I don’t really give crap. What I care about is that the sales are here! Yay!