Christmas lasted at least two weeks when I was a little girl. First came the parties and presents, then Baby Jesus and the shepherds, then the Feast of the Circumcision and the Wise Men, then a dream that takes the Holy Family into Egypt, so he didn’t get killed by a scaredy-cat king. What an exciting story. Maybe Jesus got born in the middle of winter just to liven things up a bit, because after Christmas things got pretty darned dull.
Do you know that song that says, “Mother Mary, meek and mi-i-ild..”? She was far from mild. She stepped right into the temple and named her baby, even though that was the dad’s job and she was supposed to stay out, on account of just having a baby. Plus her baby was a boy, which meant he got to be circumcised, which was a special thing only for boys on the day they’re named. That happened eight days after birth, ’cause for one thing it took a long time for most people to pick out just the right name, and for another thing, those special circumcising guys were hard to come by.
Mom always said, “A smart woman let her husband think he’s in charge.” Not Mary. Continue reading