January 6, The Feast of the Epiphany

The Wisemen have finally made it, and as a local Anglo-Catholic rector puts it, "the reality of the Incarnation blossoms into the staggering Truth that this is for everyone, including you and me! "

So, fellow goyim, celebrate the Epiphany (the "to make known") by munching on some Galette des Rois while grooving to the jaunty Provencal number The March of the 3 Kings (La Marche des Rois Mages)

In the morn we met the proud array
Of three great kings, the mighty wise men,
In the morn we met the proud array
Of three great kings upon the broad highway.
The men-at-arms with the youths and pages,
In jewelled robes they followed the sages,
And we were askèd to join with them
To find the Holy Child in Bethlehem.


Banners flew, outstanding in the breeze,
The trumpets blew, the drums were beating,
Banners flew, outstanding in the breeze,
The village people fell upon their knees.
And over them in heav'nly glory
Led on the star with its beaming light holy,
And we were askèd to join with them
To find the Holy Child in Bethlehem.