This was my first year ever of celebrating 3 Kings Day. (Unless you count the time I was on a peace walk in Beit Sahour, Palestine on the feast of the epiphany.)
The older kids and I had been building it up Seneca in the time right after Christmas. Then, on January 5, my back problems returned and I was confined to bed for most of the day. I was afraid that there would be no 3 Kings Day on January 6th for us. I contemplated moving it back a few days. Since no one else in the family would be celebrating it, I figured Seneca wouldn't even notice. The good news is that I recovered quickly and was able to get the few gifts under the Christmas tree. The presents weren't wrapped but simply put into a small box which had recently arrived with my school books in them. I gave each of the older kids their gifts, again small trinket gifts, nothing fancy.
Telling a 6 year old that the 3 Kings visited in the night got her up and out of bed in no time. She got her gifts and then mama went to make cinnamon rolls. Mama cheated big time on this one. I bought the ready made dough, so that all I had to do was put the dough on the cookie sheet and bake. Even with that simplicity, I still managed to burn the bottoms. DOH! Oh well, icing topped with red and green sugar - as well as scraping bottom of rolls - cured that little mini-disaster. Just to clarify, they weren't burnt to a crisp on the bottom, but rather just a little more done than needed to be.
Seneca and I drew the 3 Kings on our chalkboard along with the Star of Bethlehem and a couple of camels. We watched Dora Celebrates 3 Kings Day. A couple of days before, I read the book The Fourth Wiseman to her. Seni and I also spent two hours at the park. Going to the park had nothing to do with 3 Kings' Day.
As you can tell, our celebration was small. We had no fancy crafts, but I am sure we can expand things in the future. Again, we were the only ones in our family celebrating, so it was bound to be a small event. To be honest, small is fine with me.
