As a Scot, I’m accustomed to British traditions, which we celebrate with our own twist and I was keen to find out if my Celtic cousins had any of their own interesting takes on the whole Christmas thing. I wasn’t disappointed…
|Jesus wept…imagine this turning up at your door in the dead of night|
Holly Beating – yeah, it’s every bit as weird as it sounds. On Gwyl San Steffan (Boxing Day, obvs), the male of the species would cut bits of holly from nearby bushes and proceed to sneak around the village and beat the arms and legs of their female servants, or whoever was the last out of bed on Christmas Day. So, my little sister would be REALLY sore come dinner time. Mind you, she’d soon leave a trail of dead Welsh boys in her wake, so we’d have to Ebay all our gift vouchers to raise bail money to make sure she could join us for cheese and biscuits.
Callenig – basically, a callenig is an apple. Sorry, but it’s true. However, this an apple with a difference, as it’s decorated. Yay! It’s a muy glamorous apple, adorned with cloves and perched on a stand made of twigs. TBH, it’s the most fancy apple EVER and would not look at all out of place on an episode of Masterchef, served up with a raspberry foam, lime twill and sheep intestine glaze. Give a callenig to your friends to wish them good crops for next year. Because everyone needs good crops, right?
|I don’t get out of bed this early for anyone.|
To be honest, us Scots have our own fair share of wonderfully dotty traditions and that’s what makes us so unique. Stay special, Wales.