Last night, TG and I took Littlest Guy to meet the Simons at Olivera Street (the old Zocalo of Los Angeles). We had a wonderful evening with them, and more, sat and enjoyed ‘la posada’, the traditional Hispanic Christmas procession.
I’ve talked about tradition and history before, and the notion that one can be ‘from’ a tradition and not be ‘of’ it today.
Watching the angels walking toward us, I felt the attachment to our Angelino past, and a real sense of connection to and respect for it. But while I’m not rushing out to become a Catholic…I did feel reverent.
And with that, I’ll wish you all a Merry Christmas – each and every one.