Yesterday, I completely forgot to note the eleventh day of Christmas, and today is the twelfth day of Christmas. Tonight, which is Twelfth Night, the revelry begins in New Orleans.
"Grace dances. I would pipe. Dance ye all."The post turns rather serious, thanks to Marthe, who reminded me of Auden.
Down a gothic nave
comes our Pfarrer now, blessing the West with water:
we may go. There is no Queen's English
in any context for Geist or Esprit; about
catastrophe or how to behave in one
I know nothing, except what everyone knows—
if there when Grace dances, I should dance.
(W H Auden "Whitsunday in Kirchstetten")
The image is the cover of a book, Eleven Pipers Piping, a Father Christmas Mystery. Since I'm using the cover as my illustration, the least I can do is include a link.