Bern was told by her mother that to leave the Christmas tree decorated until the new year was bad luck. Some Hungarian superstition, I've always thought.
But when I came down this morning (Bern rises earlier than I do) she was taking off the decorations.
I don't mind since the tree and the lights stay up.
Tonight is the last night of the year--though time is relative and the calendar we follow is not the only one there is.
Tomorrow we'll have collard greens, hoppin' John and rice--a traditional southern New Year's Day dinner--for 'good luck'.
Who knows how we got hooked into this superstition.
Nothing Hungarian or Italian or Appalachian about it.
But better to cover the bases, I suppose.
Bern told me that most of the things her mother told her to do were ignored. But un-decorating the tree stuck somehow.
"Think how much bad luck I've saved us from all these years," she said, smiling at herself.
A bit of Irish wisdom to end you're year: "Don't despise getting older, many are denied the privilege."
HAPPY NEW YEAR! YOU HAVE THE PRIVILEGE TO LIVE INTO 2021!