Christmas is coming, us “poor souls” that work have the good fortune to have a
longer break this year, as Christmas day falls on the Monday. The local people’s
celebration is a family occasion spending one day with each side of the family.
With epiphany, the Three Kings day, on the 6 January being the traditional time
for present giving. With a harder sell of a commercial Christmas similar to
Northern Europe local parents are under pressure to recognise Santa Claus or
more to the point present giving on the 25th.
Five year ago I was invited into a Catalan home on Christmas Eve to see how the
children celebrate La Caga Tió. A hollow log about half a metre long, typically
propped up on little stick legs. From December 8th, he is given something to
“eat” every night. He is also covered with a little blanket so that he will not
be cold at night. On Christmas Eve he is beaten with a stick as the child sings
a special song to make him drop the sweets or little gifts placed inside him. I
sang the words without understanding them!!!
caga tió caga turró, avellanes i mató, si no cagues be, et dare un cop de
bastó. caga tió!”
Shit, log, shit toffees, hazelnuts and cheese, if you don’t shit well. I’ll
give you a blow with a stick. Shit, log!
A Catalan colleague asked me about “pruna postre” it took me a few minutes to
recognise what he was referring to, but once described as a black round pudding
served at Christmas yes it’s a plum pudding. He had been given one years before,
he wanted to buy one, not easy in Tortosa. Each October I make three, one for
him as a gift, one for Christmas day and one to hide for later. Like most of us,
I never have room to eat any with so much rich Christmas food on the day. So I
serve one on Epiphany.
Chasing about to find the ingredients is a task, but the smell of the fruit
cooking brings back such lovely childhood memories of helping Mum prepare the
nuts and fruit. Finally getting to stir the pudding, a wish made but kept
secret. How she managed to get a silver sixpence hidden only in the children’s
slice was a mystery. All the adults would look for theirs but only we had them!
As I grew up I figured not getting a coin was a sign of this, I watched her slip
the coins under the pud for the younger family members. We bring our children up
to be honest but deceive them to believe in Father Christmas, the tooth fairy,
and many other notional characters, a lesson in double standards?? Watching the
magic of Christmas through a young child’s eyes is so beautiful it has to be
forgiven!.
Then, as with the last four years I will get the call a few days before
Christmas from clients that are here for Christmas and wish to look at
properties. So difficult to arrange at this time I try to explain that owners
often will not welcome this intrusion. Then their questions on shop opening
hours confirm that they plan to fly in on Christmas Eve and leave on 27
December. I gently point out that they should expect a quiet time at Nadal and
that a trip to view property arranged later would be wise. Last year one
response to this was “I am spending a lot of money to fly out to you” All my
strength was used not to respond with “did I invite you to spend Christmas with
me?” Sorry but my goodwill to mankind can become a bit thin with this kind of
attitude. I wish to celebrate Christmas with a couple of days off, just like
they have. The next call I got from them was the Wednesday before Easter you
can guess the days booked for that trip!
I adore Christmas time here, shopping for appropriate gifts for family and
friends in the evenings running up to Christmas is fun. Here it is still less
commercialised in a spend spend spend philosophy world. Given with thought and
love not a bank roll! We made it a rule that it is a little gift, not expensive,
just a token than we care.
Bon Nadal Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year
Helen Rowe is the Overseas Marketing and Sales Consultant for Immobiliaria Rieres, Tortosa, Spain.