On the Twelfth Day of Christmas …

Barcelona, Catalonia, Festivals

… my true love gave to me

Twelve Caga Tiós …

Hmm. Thirteen here. Ah well: one for luck.

We’re still in Barcelona you see. But we could be anywhere in Catalonia or Aragon. And we’re still with the scatological. Caga Tió  is a log. A log with special powers. He’s a poo log, who excretes presents. Children must look after him well before Christmas, feeding him with dried beans, bread or orange peel. But when the festival arrives, they must beat him, hard, until he produces their presents. Whilst beating him they might sing this song:

We’re leaving Christmas behind now. In Barcelona, and Spain generally, things are just hotting up. Tonight, the Three Kings will progress into town, and tomorrow, extended families will get together to exchange presents, in memory of those Wise Men who toiled over field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star to bring gifts to the infant Jesus. (Well. It’s Covid Time. No more than 10 in a family group this year)

Cabalgata de los Reyes: 5th January 2019

30 thoughts on “On the Twelfth Day of Christmas …

  1. There seems to be an emphasis on toiletting with these spanish traditions. I’m not sure what that says about the culture but they do sound a lot of fun!

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  2. Caga Tió seems a very peculiar tradition, but then what’s so normal about a portly old man with a white beard and a sack squeezing down your chimney in the middle of the night?

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    1. The Epiphany processions, whether huge city affairs with a big budget or more humble small-town offerings are always a wonderful spectacle. Emily sent ones from last night. Happy memories!

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