Twelfth Night happens this week and its myriad meanings are something of a mystery to me.

According to Biblical accounts of the Christmas story, on the twelfth night after Christmas - the day of Jesus' birth - the Magi, or the Three Kings arrived in Bethlehem to see for themselves what "had come to pass."


When they realized the importance of the birth, they ignored the devious demands of King Herod who planned to kill Jesus, whom he mistakenly supposed would be a competition ruler.

Besides this version of Twelfth Night, I have, somewhere back in my mind, stories of perhaps a Druid tradition of burning the Christmas greens on Twelfth Night.

Would the concept of Jesus bringing light to a dark world coincide with the fact of light from burning greens bringing light on a dark night?

This seems also to be the date for removing Christmas wreaths from church doors or windows.

The great wise Internet that presumably can give us info on everything, did nothing help me clear up my various versions.

Taking the date personally, it means shaking out the last crumb of the Christmas cookies.

Sugar cookies and the various offshoots are so delicious and mouth-watering. Why do we make them only at Christmas? Grunt work of rolling the dough paper thin may be one answer.

Also, as is the case with producing most fine products, it's time-consuming. Thus only as we prepare for Christmas do we add rolled-cookie-baking into a packed schedule.

Twelfth Night also reminds us that now is a back-to-school and work world. Holiday vacations are over.

Christmas memories, however, linger: Christmas Eve church, emptying stockings, impatiently waiting for someone to open your gift, fires roaring in fireplaces, games to be shared during a wonderful week of leisure, brisk walks, ice skating and best of all - fun and laughs together.

Ice and frigid temperatures are ushering in winter.

Good news: a plant and flower catalog arrived in the mail.