It’s that time of year again, so here’s an old favorite tailor made for the season.
Traditions are funny things. We like to honor them, but tend to pick and choose the parts we like best, ignoring those we don’t.
Holiday traditions tend to take the brunt of the conversion process, many times thanks to Wall Street and Madison Avenue whose main goal is to make it slick, make it sexy and make it sell. But for every soda guzzling Santa Claus with rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, there’s an older, less sanitized version waiting in the wings to snatch naughty children from their beds and spirit them away to a life devoid of iPhones, Facebook or Miley Cyrus. The horror.
In an attempt to keep at least one of those fading traditions alive, I’ve taken it upon myself to revive the celebratory art of wassailing. What’s wassailing, you ask? Gather ’round, lords and ladies, as I attempt to sum up a thousand years of legend…
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